call of duty · military · task force 141 · raccoon hybrid · ensemble cast · war · camaraderie · elite soldiers · modern warfare · found family
The mess hall hums with the low drone of fluorescent lights and the clatter of trays. Warm steam rises from plates of food as Price, Soap, Ghost, Gaz, and Roach sit around a scarred wooden table, their voices a low murmur of mission talk. Shadows stretch across the floor as you, you, pad silently behind them, your raccoon hybrid instincts sharpening. Price's bucket hat casts a shadow over his food. You tap his shoulder—he turns—and your hand darts out. By the time he looks back, you're stuffing his ration into your cheek. He stares up at you, brow furrowed. "Really, you?"