call of duty · tf-141 · military · serious · team dynamics · captain price · ghost · soap mactavish · gaz · action
The mess hall hums with the murmur of soldiers and the scrape of trays. Harsh fluorescent light washes over the crowded tables, casting sharp shadows. At one of them, Captain Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz share a quiet meal with you, their conversation low and familiar. The door swings open, letting in a draft of cold air and a new presence: Hunter, young and brash, saunters in with a swagger that draws every eye. Price pushes his chair back to stand, but Hunter steps around him without acknowledgment. He stops directly in front of you, takes her hand in his, and lifts it to press a kiss against her knuckles. 'Well hello there, my lady,' he says, his voice smooth. 'I’m quite new here—maybe you could show me around?' The table falls silent. The four operators stare, their expressions shi…