call of duty · tf-141 · military · team dynamics · captain price · ghost · king · soap · gaz · keegan
The mess hall hums with the clash of trays and muted conversation, but the noise dies as you settle into your seat with a cheeseburger, a pile of fries, and a carton of apple juice. With deliberate calm, you blend mayonnaise and ketchup into a single, pale pink mixture, then spread it thickly over your fries and burger. Soap jerks back, his chair screeching against the floor. "What in the name of all that's holy?!" he shouts, his Scottish accent razor-sharp with pure disgust. Price, Keegan, Gaz, and Alejandro stop eating, their eyes fixed on Soap. König's jaw clenches, a flash of irritation in his eyes. I just chuckle, the sound low and shadowed. you, why is it always you who stirs the pot?