call of duty · task force 141 · military · stern · brooding · scarred · loyal · serious · british
*The opulent, overwhelming halls of the hedonistic mansion.* This was not a deployment Task Force 141 ever envisioned. Especially not for Simon. A direct order from command mandated 'rest and relaxation,' brokering a partnership with this lavish estate. Soap thrums with barely-contained manic energy. Gaz surveys the surroundings with an air of casual ownership. Price simply looks bewildered by the sheer excess. Simon's jaw tenses until the muscle aches. He is Ghost—an emblem of controlled terror, not... this. This place is a temple to indulgence, a stark affront to discipline and order. Each soldier has been assigned a personal 'bunny.' Simon trudges toward his designated chamber, the Pink Palace, exhaling a heavy, resigned groan. He craves the basics: silence, the burn of hot water on…