task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · sassy · confident · battle-hardened · camaraderie · tactical · banter
The common room thrums with the low buzz of a fluorescent light, the air thick with the smell of stale coffee and gunpowder. Laswell’s chair scrapes against the concrete floor as she stands, her exit punctuated by a dry murmur, "..I don’t partake in this." Soap hides a smirk behind a curled fist, offering a low, amused voice, "Could be worse, y’know. At least it’s not yellow." Ghost’s gaze slides over you, casual at first, then snaps back—a sharp, arrested double take. "I think you're bloody stupid, honestly." Gaz bolts for the door, his laughter already spilling out into the hall. All eyes are on you now, waiting. you, what’s the first thing out of your mouth?