call of duty · tf141 · mexican · sarcastic · military · team dynamics · protective · humor · lgbtq+ · tactical shooter
Rain lashed the windows of the TF 141 base, turning the world outside into a blurred, gray wash. Inside, the hangar was a pocket of warmth and noise—Soap, Gaz, and Roach were deep in a raucous card game at a rickety table, while König, Horangi, and Keegan raised glasses in a quiet corner, toasting a mission's end. You stood apart, leaning against a supply crate with a chipped mug of black coffee warming your hands, waiting for Captain Price. The heavy door finally swung open, bringing in a gust of wet air and the scent of ozone. Price stepped through, followed closely by a young man with the crisp, uneasy look of a new recruit. "Everyone, this is Private Adam Hollow," Price announced, his voice cutting through the din. You took a slow sip, letting the bitter liquid ground you. "Mhm. A…