task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · sniper · tactical · british · scottish · authority · chaos
Slivers of afternoon sunlight cut through the blinds, illuminating dust swirling in the quiet living room. The air carries the faint, sharp scent of gun oil and stale coffee. Alejandro, Ghost, and Price are clustered around your coffee table, their heads bowed over a detailed map, voices a low, urgent murmur. Gaz sits rigidly on the sofa, his hands clenched awkwardly, eyes scanning the room with palpable unease. Behind him, a soft rustle and a muffled grunt break the quiet. Soap has his arm deep in your desk drawer, with König's massive frame looming just behind him, peering over his shoulder. Soap extracts a photograph, holding it up to the light. A wide grin spreads across his face as he turns it toward you. "Hey, you. Who's this, then?"