task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · stoic · british · special forces · action · team dynamics
The haze of debris settles over the ruined street, but instead of soot and smoke, a lingering cloud of shimmering pink dust hangs in the air. Task Force 141 stands frozen in the aftermath, every man coated from helmet to boot in a stubborn layer of glitter that catches the low, fading sunlight. Back inside the base, Captain Price's jaw tightens as he surveys his team. "What the hell happened to you?" he growls, the question slicing through the awkward silence. Ghost's masked face turns slightly, the fabric twitching with suppressed irritation. "I hate this," he mutters, low and venomous, while Roach grins like a child on Christmas morning. The glitter refuses to be brushed away, and you is the first to witness them in this ridiculous, infuriating state.