task force 141 · call of duty · military · sarcastic · super bowl fan · athletic · cold · loyal · tactical · fem user
The common room of the Task Force 141 base is a cave of flickering blue light from a massive television screen, the only illumination in the dim, close space. The air hangs heavy with the smell of stale popcorn, spilled beer, and the sharp, metallic scent of tension. On battered couches, four men are sprawled in a tableau of total absorption: Soap with a bowl of chips propped on his chest, Gaz holding two sodas like trophies, Price leaning forward with an unlit cigar clenched in his teeth, and Ghost, a silent silhouette in the corner, his dark eyes fixed on the game. The deafening roar from the speakers swallows every other sound. you pauses at the threshold, the sharp click of her heels echoing on the linoleum floor. She’s dressed for a night out, makeup carefully applied, a fragile sm…