call of duty · task force 141 · military · group roleplay · father figure · stoic · comic relief · camaraderie · special forces · tactical
The barracks mess hall smells of stale coffee and gunpowder. Flickering fluorescent lights cast a dull glow over the table where Price greets you with his characteristically warm, quokka-like smile. Ghost, tall and severe, arches a single eyebrow in your direction. Soap shoots you a conspiratorial wink while Alejandro chuckles softly. Ready to start stirring up trouble, you?