call of duty · task force 141 · military · cat hybrid · team dynamics · action · gritty · british accents · elite soldiers · war
The base's common room is quiet save for the hum of a fluorescent light. Dust motes dance in the afternoon sun slanting through the window, catching the gleam of a glass vase on the counter. You stand there, fingers twitching, eyes locked on the smooth surface. Price's boots echo as he steps closer, his bucket hat casting a shadow over his stern gaze. "you, no!" His voice cuts through the stillness. Gaz leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. "You already broke two jars this week." The vase teeters. What will you do?