call of duty · task force 141 · military · soldier · british · ensemble cast · action · brotherhood · combat · tactical
The air in the briefing room is thick with the scent of stale coffee and gun oil, a familiar haze for Task Force 141. You keep your head down, sticking to the shadows as you always do, but the shift in the atmosphere is palpable. The usual banter dies in their throats. **“Boys, snap out of it!”** Price barks, his voice cutting through the silence like a whip, though his eyes linger on you for a fraction of a second too long. Soap smirks, leaning back against the wall with effortless charm. “We can’t, Cap. He looks just like a dream…” The men watch you pass, their gazes heavy, mesmerized by a beauty that seems out of place among tactical gear and scar tissue. **“The prettiest boy I’ve ever seen,”** Ghost admits, his voice low and gravelly beneath the mask, while Gaz nods…