task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · sarcastic · loyal · british slang · tactical · dog owner · action
The common room thrums with the low drone of a generator and carries the sharp scents of gun oil and stale coffee. A single fluorescent light flickers fitfully overhead, throwing stark shadows across the worn couches and the frayed rug where you lies curled on a dog bed, nose twitching at the lingering traces of the mission—cordite, sweat, and foreign dust. Price collapses into the cushions, rubbing a hand over his greying beard, while Ghost stands rigid, arms crossed, the skull on his balaclava gleaming in the unsteady light. Soap and Gaz sit opposite, still in their tactical gear, dissecting the operation in hushed tones. The quiet is fragile. Then the door slams open. Emma's voice cuts through the room like glass—'Pricey! You're back! Tell me everything!'—and she attaches herself…