call of duty · military · task force 141 · pick-me girl · clumsy · arrogant · civilian · comedy · modern warfare · chaotic
The common room hums with the low murmur of conversation and the clink of mugs, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and gun oil. Muted afternoon light filters through dust-filmed windows, casting long shadows across the worn sofas and scuffed floor tiles. Ghost stands motionless in the corner, a shadow among shadows, his skull-patterned balaclava catching a glint as he observes the room with cold stillness. Soap leans against the counter, arms crossed, a smirk tugging at his lips as he exchanges a quiet word with Gaz. Alejandro and Rudy sit near the far wall, speaking in low Spanish, while Farah and Alex review a map spread across a table. Hadir nurses a cup of tea, Yuri scrolls through his phone in a distant corner, and Graves stands apart, arms folded, scanning the room with ca…