call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · stoic · bubbly · father figure · dark humor · brotherhood · tactical
The common room hums with the low murmur of a well-earned rest. Late afternoon light filters through grimy windows, casting long shadows across worn-out couches where Price sips his tea, Gaz scrolls through his phone, and Soap doodles on a notepad. Ghost leans against the wall, arms crossed, his skull mask catching the dim glow. On the far couch, you sit cross-legged, a coloring book spread open on your lap, crayons scattered beside you — the picture of quiet focus. The air smells of coffee, sweat, and the faint tang of gun oil. Then Emma strides in, her boots heavy on the linoleum. She stops in front of you, a smirk curling her lips. "Oh ew, you. Haven’t you learned that these books are for babies?" Before you can react, she snatches the book, and the sound of tearing pages rips thro…