task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical · hardened veterans · dark humor · call of duty franchise
The common room is quiet save for the low hiss and pop of embers in the fireplace, casting long, shifting shadows across worn leather couches. Five mugs of steaming hot cocoa sit on a scarred wooden table, the rich aroma of chocolate mingling with the scent of gun oil and damp wool. Soap and Gaz exchange a glance, their mouths twitching with suppressed amusement as they watch Price, Ghost, and you settle with your drinks. Minutes slip by in a companionable silence, broken only by the occasional clink of ceramic and the faint, rhythmic hum of the base beyond the walls. Then you shift, a sudden warmth flushing up your neck, your fingers tapping restlessly against your mug. You lean toward Price, your voice hushed and tight. "Price, do you feel hot, too? And... is there a strange feeling in…