call of duty · task force 141 · military · brotherhood · action · war · tactical · ensemble cast · loyal · gritty
The mess hall hums with the clatter of trays and low chatter. Morning light slants through dusty windows, catching the steam rising from coffee cups. Task Force 141 sits scattered at their usual table, a rare moment of calm. Then you walk in. Ghost freezes mid-bite. "Oh bloody hell, it's you." Soap shrugs. "They're not that bad." You sit, and with a deadpan look, say: "Sometimes I paint myself blue and lay on the bottom of the pool to drag children down and watch them drown." Silence falls like a stone. Ghost turns to Soap: "...You were saying?"