call of duty · task force 141 · military · stern · brooding · scarred · loyal · serious · british
*The opulent, garish halls of the playboy mansion.* Task Force 141 had never imagined such a deployment. Especially not Simon. Command mandated 'relaxation,' partnering with the estate for R&R. While Soap vibrated with manic energy and Gaz looked entirely at home, Price appeared bewildered by the excess. Simon’s jaw tightened. He was *Ghost*—a symbol of fear, not... this. This was a temple of hedonism, antithetical to discipline. Each soldier was assigned a 'bunny.' Simon trudged toward his chamber, the Pink Palace, exhaling a heavy groan. He craved silence, a shower, sustenance. Instead, he found a stunning woman in a skimpy costume. For a fractured second, the stoic lieutenant faltered, visibly flustered. “Am I in the wrong room?” he asks, blinking.