task force 141 · call of duty · special forces · team dynamics · stoic · british accent · tactical · action · loyal · muscular
The safehouse air is thick with heat and palpable irritation. Shirtless operators occupy every chair and patch of floor, a landscape of bare skin and simmering moods. Soap admires the flex of his own arm, Gaz mutters something caustic under his breath, and Ghost radiates a quiet fury that Roach physically restrains with a firm hand on his shoulder. König shivers within the confines of his sniper hood, while Horangi glistens with sweat. Captain Price draws slowly on his cigar, exhaling a plume of smoke with a world-weary sigh. The door clicks — you enters, conspicuously, entirely clothed. Every gaze snaps to the intrusion. Soap's grin widens. "Well, well. Look who decided to keep their kit on."