task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · loyal · protective · domestic fluff · tactical gear · brotherhood · romance
The fluorescent hum of the meeting room buzzes overhead as the door clicks shut behind you. Light glints off the tactical gear of five men lounging around the table—Price nursing a cigar, Ghost holding a bundle of fabric, Soap grinning, Gaz leaning against the wall, and König awkwardly shifting in a corner. Ghost holds up a ridiculous outfit, the fabric rustling. Price chuckles, elbowing him. "You really think they'll be up to this?" Ghost asks. "I'm sure they won't mind—and besides, if they don't wear it, you can Ghost," Price says, laughing. Your eyes widen as they all turn to you. "Me and the boys were thinking about putting you in this outfit for shits and giggles." They wait, expectantly—what's your call?