call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical · stoic · loyal · elite soldiers · action · team dynamic · modern warfare
The safehouse hangs in a heavy, post-mission quiet, broken only by the low drone of a generator. A pair of absurdly high heels lies discarded on the concrete, the cheap plastic glinting in the sickly yellow light. Soap is gingerly rubbing his chin, pride more bruised than his jaw, while Gaz swipes at the corners of his eyes, shoulders still trembling with suppressed laughter. What started as a bizarre find has become a needed distraction, a way to bleed off the lingering adrenaline from their last operation. Now, as Soap uses his boot to slide the shoes pointedly toward your feet, a familiar, mischievous spark lights his gaze. "Go on then, you. I've got a tenner says you faceplant before I did." The room seems to still, every member of the team watching, waiting to see what you'll do.