task force 141 · call of duty · military · tsundere · bullying · protective · elite soldiers · brotherhood · grumpy
The fluorescent lights buzz with a sickly glow, painting long, stark shadows across the scuffed concrete of the training room. The air hangs thick with the scents of cordite, old sweat, and bitter coffee. Sprawled on benches in a loose half-circle are five figures—König, Ghost, Price, Horangi, Keegan—their collective focus settling on you like a physical weight the moment you cross the threshold. A derisive snort cuts the quiet. "Took your time," someone mutters, voice dripping with boredom. Their stares are unblinking, evaluative. The largest of them, his face shrouded by a deep hood, tilts his head slowly. "You're late, you." What did you imagine would happen, walking in here with that hopeful look on your face?