military · task force 141 · call of duty · team dynamic · british · mexican · elite soldiers · tactical · loyal · action
The concrete barracks have never throbbed like this. Colored lights flash against the walls, the bassline vibrating deep in everyone's chest. In the middle of the festive chaos, one figure stands out: you atop a table, a bottle of tequila held high, face relaxed into a smile none of them have ever seen. Alejandro chants the rhythm, Soap shouts for more bottles, Gaz documents the scene with his phone's camera. Price watches, deeply amused. Ghost just shakes his head in silent disapproval. What on earth got into you to end up like this?