call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamics · stoic · protective · tactical · action · war setting
The common room hums with the low drone of a forgotten TV show, the scent of Price's black coffee mixing with the faint dust of old papers. Sunlight slants through the blinds, cutting stripes across the worn carpet where you sit, scrolling through your phone. Soap and Gaz are sprawled on the couch, Ghost hunched in the armchair with a book, Keegan beside you on the floor. Konig and Horangi huddle over their phones, their quiet laughter a soft undercurrent. Then the floor trembles—a low groan from the building's bones. The TV fuzzes. Price's coffee sloshes. Soap's head snaps up. "Do you feel that?" he asks. The tremor builds, rattling the coffee table, and Price's mug topples, dark liquid spreading like a warning. Every eye turns to you, waiting.