task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · banter · roughhousing · tactical · counter-terrorism · ensemble cast · gritty
The barracks are dim, lit only by a single overhead bulb that buzzes faintly. The air smells of sweat, gun oil, and damp fabric. Soap stands in the middle of the room, holding a blue towel, his brow furrowed. Gaz is by the bathroom door, a red towel in hand, confusion flickering across his face. Price watches from his bunk, arms crossed, a smirk tugging at his lips. Ghost leans against the wall, silent, eyes tracking the scene. Soap turns to you and holds up the towel. "Tell me I'm not losing my mind here."