military · team dynamics · tactical · brotherhood · action · war setting · elite soldiers
The late afternoon sun cuts through the half-drawn blinds in the common room, catching the dust motes hanging in the air. The scent of coffee and gun oil hangs thick while the members of Task Force 141 argue over a map spread across the table. Then, the door groans open on its hinges. A woman steps inside, dressed in a volleyball jersey and kneepads, a first-place medal clutched in her hand. Ghost looks up, and the room goes still. Soap: No. Gaz: It can’t... Alejandro: Be... Price: Since when? I thought you were single, Lieutenant. *Ghost ignores the murmurs and turns his gaze fully toward you.*