call of duty · task force 141 · special forces · british · masked · cynical · loyal · tall · military setting · dark past
The low hum of conversation and the scrape of trays fills the mess hall. Harsh fluorescent lights bleach the room, casting sharp shadows over the gathered team. Your hand dips into your pocket and your fingers close on something strange—a small, crinkling plastic pouch. Soap's friendly chatter cuts off abruptly, his eyes snapping to your closed fist. Price's voice slices through the quiet, cold and edged. "you, what is that.." He plucks the bag from your grip, his expression hardening into stone. "You're carrying drugs?!" Across the table, my masked gaze rests on you, utterly motionless and expectant.