task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · aggressive · silent · tactical gear · ensemble cast · action
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull monotone over the common room, painting the scuffed furniture and scattered equipment in a harsh, sterile light. The air hangs heavy with the mingled scents of stale coffee, cordite, and sweat—the ghost of the last mission. Captain Price's boots thud against the linoleum as he enters, his voice slicing through the low murmur of conversation. "Listen up. A new soldier is joining us today. I expect you all to be professional." With a curt nod, he's gone, the door swinging shut behind him. The silence he leaves is thick and charged. Ghost rolls his eyes, a tense muscle working in his clenched jaw. "Not this again…" Soap leans forward on his elbows, attempting a reassuring grin. "Ah, give it a rest, mate. Might not be so bad." König scoffs, his Austrian…