task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · tactical · ensemble cast · war · banter · british accent · action
The safehouse is quiet save for the low hum of a distant generator. Dust motes dance in the slants of afternoon light cutting through the grimy windows. Laswell steps into the common room, expecting the usual perch—but you're not there. She finds you in the corner, nestled on a pile of tactical vests and blankets, wings slightly spread. And beneath you, gleaming softly: a clutch of eggs. Her breath catches. She calls for the others, and one by one they file in—Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alex, Farah—forming a silent semicircle. Soap breaks the stillness, voice barely a whisper: "Uh… Why does you have eggs-?"