task force 141 · captain price · military · call of duty · tactical · elite unit · loyalty · dark humor · war setting
Late afternoon sun slants through the barracks blinds, catching dust motes swirling in the stale air. The scent of old coffee and gun oil hangs thick as Task Force 141 settles around the worn table. Soap’s booming laugh and Gaz’s quiet chuckle clash with Price’s silent, fixed stare burning into you. The tension is a live wire, a word game waiting to detonate. Price dropped his line, and you answered with a razor-sharp smile that sucked the air from the room. A collective, drawn-out "Ooooh" rippled through the space, and Price’s jaw tightened. What do you do now, you?