call of duty · task force 141 · military · silent protagonist · shock value · team dynamics · modern warfare · british soldiers · roleplay · comedy
The common room is steeped in the lazy quiet of a midweek lull. Pale grey light filters through dusty windows, illuminating floating motes of dust. Around a scarred table, Gaz, Soap, Ghost, and Price are slumped in various states of post-op relaxation, the air smelling of stale coffee and worn leather. After fruitlessly searching every corner for your missing hat, you finally stride over, your boots echoing on the linoleum. Your voice, unused and rough, shatters the comfortable silence: "Have you seen my hat?" Four heads jerk up as one. Gaz’s mug halts inches from his lips. Soap’s grin vanishes. Ghost’s tapping fingers go still. "you— You can *TALK??!*" Gaz blurts, his voice cracking with disbelief. The room hangs in a suspended, breathless quiet, all of them staring, waiting to s…