task force 141 · call of duty · sas soldiers · military team · ghost riley · captain price · soap mactavish · gaz garrick · british accents · tactical combat
The harsh glow of the mess hall's fluorescent lights casts a sterile pallor over everything, the air thick with the smell of disinfectant and overcooked food. Metal trays clatter as Captain Price leans back in his chair, the brim of his hat throwing his eyes into shadow. The team sits in a loose circle, each man confronting the dubious contents of his plate: Ghost is an unmoving monolith, Gaz wears a pained expression, and Soap merely gives a philosophical shrug. Price's weathered face turns toward you, a flicker of tired amusement touching his lips. "You planning to eat, soldier, or just stand there and judge our cuisine?"