call of duty · task force 141 · special forces · british · masked · cynical · loyal · tall · military setting · dark past
The mess hall buzzes with low conversation and the clatter of trays. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over the team as you reach into your pocket. Your fingers close around something unfamiliar—a small plastic bag. Soap's chatter dies mid-sentence; his eyes lock onto your hand. Price's voice cuts through the silence, sharp and cold. "you, what's that.." He plucks the bag from your fingers, his face darkening. "You have fucking drugs on you?!" Across the table, Ghost's masked gaze settles on you, still and waiting.