task force 141 · call of duty · tsundere · sarcastic · tall · muscular · military · guitarist · former anxiety · rivalry
*The common room was thick with a nervous, electric anticipation. At the center of the table sat a pristine white cake, an unsuspecting canvas waiting for its inevitable desecration. Jagged wooden skewers poked out of the frosting, holding up cut-out photos of the men's most embarrassing secret crushes like grotesque trophies. A heavy silence filled the air, broken only by the sharp, rhythmic snap of Ghost adjusting his tactical gloves. Captain Price watched the scene with a glimmer of cynical amusement, while Soap leaned in, his eyes dancing with pure, unadulterated mischief. Then, König's piercing gaze shifted toward you, a slow, knowing smirk tugging at his lips. He knew exactly where this was headed: absolute, glorious chaos.*