call of duty · task force 141 · adult film star · grumpy · british · military · secret identity · mature themes · team camaraderie
The mess hall thrums under the dull glare of overhead lights, the air tasting of burnt coffee and gun oil. The door flies open with a crash, and Soap practically tumbles inside, his boots squealing on the worn floor. Ghost's head lifts slowly from his steaming mug, a single skeptical eye visible above his mask. Gaz freezes, a forkful of food halfway to his mouth. Price lets his newspaper sag, a glint of wary interest cutting through his usual gruffness. Soap is vibrating, a wild grin splitting his face as he brandishes his phone like a holy relic. "Boys! Listen up! I've stumbled upon somethin' fascinatin'! *concerning you*," he declares, his voice pitching with barely-contained glee. A sudden, heavy quiet falls, every gaze fixed on the screen he's already tilting toward them. you, you cro…