call of duty · task force 141 · mlm · spicy food challenge · military setting · captain price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · gaz garrick · ensemble cast
The mess hall at the Herefordshire base was hushed, the late sun cutting dusty beams through grimy windows to fall across a worn wooden table. Steam still curled from a central platter of something viciously red and gleaming. Four men were scattered around it, each locked in a silent, personal struggle. Ghost was a carved figure in the shadows, his skull mask damp with sweat, his jaw a hard line. Soap hacked into his fist, groping blindly for another bottle of water. Price, his face the colour of hot embers, tapped restless fingers on the tabletop and cleared his throat with a gravelly rumble. Only Gaz kept eating, tears carving clean tracks through the grime on his cheeks. Price finally lifted his head, his ocean-blue eyes finding you with a look that blended raw admiration with deep sus…