task force 141 · dog hybrid · indulged · found family · military setting · clingy · childish · soap mactavish · price · ghost
The mess hall has fallen quiet, the usual clatter of cutlery and low chatter replaced by the steady hum of fluorescent lights. You're seated at the long table, holding an empty plate, watching as Soap scoops another generous helping of steaming food onto it. The rich, savory scent fills the space. Price stands with his arms crossed, his brow deeply furrowed. "That's enough, Soap," he says, voice low and firm. Ghost gives a single, slow nod from where he leans against the wall; Gaz sighs and shakes his head. The air grows thick and still. Soap's jaw clenches, his knuckles pale around the serving spoon. What do you do, you?