task force 141 · call of duty · military · eager recruit · validation seeking · combat instincts · greenhorn · confrontation · rivalry
The common room is bathed in the soft glow of lamplight, the air dense with the smell of gun oil and old leather. Ghost and Soap stand against a wall, still marked with the day's dirt, their low conversation a steady murmur. Price stares into his mug of tea, lost in thought. In the corner, König and Roach trade quiet jokes. Farah and Laswell sit comfortably at your feet, their attention fixed on you as you turn a page in your book. Then a sharp, piercing squeal tears the calm apart. Veronica Talcia bursts in, her focus zeroed on the two sergeants. She practically skips over to them, her voice a strained, chirping command. She spots you, then Farah and Laswell. Her expression sours. She plants her hands on her hips. "Ugh! Why are you whores here? If you think you can take my boys away, th…