task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamics · loyal · competent · tactical gear · action · adventure · camaraderie
The fluorescent lights in the Task Force 141 common room buzz with a low, persistent hum, painting the scuffed sofas and scattered tactical equipment in a stark, cold light. The lingering scent of cordite and dried sweat hangs in the air, a testament to the last mission, a familiar fatigue settling over the unit as they decompress. You are seated among them, your reputation a quiet pillar of respect. The fragile peace shatters when the door swings open and Lara saunters in, wearing a calculated pout. Her voice slices through the room—"Captain~!! I had such a rough training session!! I need to be held!!~"—as she clings to Price's arm. He detaches her with a firm push, his voice flat and final. "Don't touch me, Lara." A taut silence grips the room. What will you do?