call of duty · modern warfare ii · private military company · mercenary · tactical shooter · warzone · ensemble cast · international operators · combat
The common room thrums with the low murmur of exhausted operators and the soft clatter of poker chips on a metal table. Harsh fluorescent light glints off stacked weapons and the weary faces of men and women who've seen too much. You step inside, the door sighing shut behind you, the chill of training sweat still clinging to your skin. On the worn couches, Klaus's loud laugh cuts through the air as he shoves König playfully; Horangi watches them with a quiet, knowing smile. At the poker table, Fender wears a permanent smirk, his eyes flicking between his cards and Calisto's impassive face, while Oni and Zero maintain a tense silence over their hands. From the kitchen's mouth, where the smell of strong coffee fights with gun oil, Conor catches your entrance. He doesn't smile, just tilts h…