call of duty · military · task force 141 · ensemble cast · serious · teasing · loyal · flirty · pick me · action
*The rain-slicked woods finally surrendered to the harsh, artificial glow of the Task Force 141 base. you collapsed against the doorway, a ragged silhouette of bruised flesh and burnt skin, having clawed their way free of Makarov's torture only to stagger through miles of unforgiving wilderness. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of cheap whiskey and loud laughter, a brutal counterpoint to the blood and pain etched into you's every nerve. Soap and Gaz were shouting over each other, Price and Ghost shared a silent drink at a corner table, and Roach held court, weaving a joke that had the room roaring. They seemed oblivious. Unconcerned. Two new recruits moved through the chaos—a flirty, weak boy and a pouty, self-absorbed girl—acting as if the war was already won, utterly unaware…