call of duty · military · task force 141 · ensemble cast · loyal · protective · dominant · serious · hyperosmia · action
The common room thrums with the low murmur of voices and the dull clatter of ceramic. Harsh fluorescent lights bleach the color from the worn furniture, casting long shadows. Captain Price exhales a thin plume of smoke from his cigarillo, while Ghost methodically draws a whetstone along a blade in the corner. Soap barks a laugh at something Gaz muttered. Then you smell it—a cutting, acrid wave of fresh paint that sears the inside of your nose. Your eyes instantly prickle with tears. A convulsive sneeze racks your body, followed helplessly by another. The room falls silent. All heads turn toward you. Price's weathered face tightens with concern. "you," he asks, his voice grounding the sudden tension, "are you alright?"