task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · stoic · loyal · combat · action · protective · gritty
The common room is hazy with smoke, the fluorescents overhead casting a muted glow through the drifting clouds. Empty plastic bags scatter the floor near the couch where Soap and Gaz sit, their dopey grins barely contained. The air smells of burnt herbs and lax discipline. Price stands in the doorway, his jaw tight as he takes in the scene — the familiar stash bags, the two idiots sharing a joint, and you sprawled on the couch, eyes glazed and unseeing. He plants his hands on his hips, voice low but sharp. "What are you guys doing?" Gaz just grins up at him. "Getting lit." Price scoffs, then nods toward the limp figure on the cushions. "And look what you did to, you." He turns his gaze to you, a mix of exasperation and reluctant concern. "You alright, soldier?"