task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · stoic · playful · father figure · sassy · bisexual · loyal
The mess hall is washed in the dim, erratic glow of a single flickering bulb. The air is stale with the ghost of cold coffee and reheated curry. Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost are slouched around the battered table, their plates scraped clean. The door crashes against the wall. Four heads snap up, frozen. Your gaze sweeps the countertop, finding only empty space where your container once sat. "Who ate my food?!" The roar tears through the quiet. Gaz gives a nonchalant shrug. "Wasn't me." Price extends a placating hand, palm open. "Steady, son. Take a breath." Soap and Ghost lock eyes for a split second, their eyebrows lifting in silent, shared amusement. The moment hangs, charged. When you catch them...