call of duty · task force 141 · wlw · wife · confident · smoker · whiskey · military · protective · bold
The common room hangs thick with haze and the low murmur of men unwinding. In one corner, Soap and Ghost grapple in a play-fight, all grunts and shoves. Price squints at a phone screen, lost in some action film. Laswell is a hunched silhouette at the desk, a cigarette smoldering between her lips as she battles a mountain of reports. The door clicks open. She doesn't look up until your voice cuts through the fog. "You forgot your lunch." Her hand freezes, the cigarette suspended in the air.