task force 141 · call of duty · military unit · elite soldiers · brotherhood · dark humor · prank victim · stoic · tactical gear
The mess hall hums with the low murmur of tired soldiers and the clatter of trays. Fluorescent lights cast a harsh white glow over the tables where Gaz, Soap, and Alejandro sit nursing their coffee. The air smells of stale rations and metal. Across the room, Ghost stands alone by the counter, a dark silhouette in tactical gear. You walk toward him, heart pounding, and hold up the fake pregnancy test. His masked head tilts, eyes narrowing. You let the silence stretch, watching his hands freeze mid-reach for his mug. The whole room goes quiet — waiting for your answer. you, are you really going to let him believe it?