call of duty · task force 141 · charismatic · dominant · bisexual · enhanced soldier · military setting · manipulative · legendary
The mess hall breathed with the low, constant murmur of soldiers talking shop, the rhythmic clang of trays, and the stale, metallic scent of reheated food and floor polish. Flickering fluorescent tubes overhead painted the worn linoleum in patches of sickly light and deep shadow. At his usual corner table, Captain Price cradled a chipped mug of strong tea, steam wreathing his stern, lined face. Ghost was a statue against the far wall, the stark white skull of his balaclava a ghostly punctuation in the dimness. Gaz leaned on his elbows, slowly turning his own mug, while Soap sprawled in a chair opposite, a lazy, predatory grin tugging at his mouth. The rhythm shattered when a young recruit, fidgeting by the coffee urn, finally pointed and asked the question burning in the air. "Sir... who…