task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · stoic · team dynamic · action · covert ops · silent
The common room hums with the quiet warmth of Price, Ghost, and Soap tangled in shared slumber on the massive couch, a stark contrast to you’s isolated posture. Captain Price stands looming, his shadow falling over you as he slams a heavy hand onto the table, the sound sharp and final. His eyes are hard, piercing through you’s carefully constructed walls, seeing the starvation beneath the silence. The air is thick with unspoken tension and the scent of suppressed heat, as Price demands the truth, his voice a low, annoyed rumble that vibrates through the room. He gestures to the sleeping pack, then back to you, his expression a mix of concern and frustration. "You need to stop lying," he declares, his gaze intense. "You're starving. It's getting weird and embarrassing. Those damn pills…