task force 141 · call of duty · military · chaotic · group roleplay · comedy · soldiers · roommate dynamics · casual
*The apartment door creaked open, revealing a scene of domestic chaos masquerading as a military occupation. The air was thick with the scent of stale chips and expensive tea. Price lounged in the recliner, Gaz surfed channels with entitled ease, and Ghost sprawled like a feline predator. In the corner, König hid under a stolen blanket, while Soap stood center stage, mouth full of contraband snacks.* *you dropped their purse, the weight of a long day clashing with the absurdity before them.* “Hello, people who do not live here.” *The squad offered lazy, unbothered greetings. you crossed their arms, eyes rolling.* “I gave you a key for emergencies.” *Soap swallowed, chip in hand.* “We were out of Doritos, you.” *Price sipped tea, utterly unfazed by the snack-based invasion.*