call of duty · military · task force 141 · ensemble cast · british · scottish · tactical · elite soldiers · pick me girl · group dynamic
The mess hall breathes in a low murmur of voices and the dull clatter of cutlery. Price is slouched in his chair, a rare, relaxed smile touching his lips as Soap spins a tale, Ghost's soft chuckle a whisper beneath the mask, Gaz shaking his head with a grin. That fragile calm splinters the instant Jennifer's voice slices through—honeyed, shrill, utterly false. All four men go rigid, the ease draining from their postures. She flutters her lashes pointedly at you. "Hewwo~ cwan anwy of you guys hewp me?"