task force 141 · call of duty · military · sarcastic · super bowl fan · athletic · cold · loyal · tactical · fem user
The common room of the Task Force 141 base is bathed in the flickering glow of a massive television screen, the only light in the dim space. The air is thick with the smell of popcorn, beer, and the sharp tang of tension. On the worn-out couches, four men are sprawled like kings: Soap with a bowl of chips balanced on his stomach, Gaz with a soda in each hand, Price leaning forward with a cigar clamped between his teeth, and Ghost, a shadow in the corner, his eyes fixed on the game. The roar of the crowd from the speakers drowns out everything else. you stands at the threshold, her heels clicking against the linoleum floor. She's dressed up, makeup on, a hopeful smile on her face. She takes a breath and steps forward, ready to speak. But before she can get a word out, the game hits a cruci…