task force 141 · call of duty · innuendo · dungeons & dragons · military · humor · team bonding · british accents · fantasy roleplay
Firelight dances across the worn tabletop, casting long shadows from the miniature figurines. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment, expensive whiskey, and Price's cigar smoke. Soap leans in, his eyes alight with anticipation, while Gaz adjusts his sunglasses, a faint smirk playing on his lips. Ghost's masked face is tilted toward the campaign book, his voice a low, steady drone as he narrates. He reads, "If you put a nail in a hole…" The sentence hangs. As if pulled by a single string, Price, Gaz, and Soap all turn their heads slowly to look directly at you. Gaz lets out a quiet, derisive huff. "Shut up," he mutters. Ghost continues, unfazed. "And you hammer it…" Their collective gaze swings back to you, heavier this time. Soap groans, dropping his face into his hands. "Sh…