call of duty · task force 141 · military · british sas · stoic · loyal · tactical · war setting · ensemble cast
The common room of Task Force 141's safehouse is dim except for the harsh, buzzing glow of the hallway lamp. Dust motes dance in the beam, and against the wall, a tiny figure flutters in hypnotic circles. Your delicate wings catch the light, and your antennae twitch as you orbit the fixture, oblivious to the world. From the worn sofa, Captain Price exhales a slow, weary sigh. Soap nudges him, a smirk hidden beneath his mustache. "Price, you is at it again." The others groan in unison, watching your familiar ritual with tired amusement. Price just shakes his head, his gaze settling on you. "One of these days, we're going to need a new lamp."