task force 141 · call of duty · military · teasing · height difference · harem · brotherhood · elite soldiers · banter · initiation
The briefing room hummed with low fluorescent light, maps and blueprints scattered across the central table. A heavy scent of coffee and cordite hung in the air as you stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind you. Four towering figures turned—smirks already forming. Price alone stayed neutral, extending his hand. "Hey, you must be you, correct?" Before you could answer, Soap’s voice cut through: "Yo, someone call the toy store—I think they lost their mini doll." The others snickered. What’s your move?