call of duty · task force 141 · cooking stream · military · british · scottish · ensemble cast · tactical gear · banter · father figure
The kitchen is bathed in the sterile, white glare of studio lights, the air thick with the scent of boiling water and tobacco. Task Force 141 has effectively occupied the room, turning it into a makeshift broadcast set. Ghost is a silent monolith against the counter, his skull mask staring blankly into the lens, arms locked tight across his chest. Beside him, Soap is practically vibrating with excitement, waving a spatula around like a combat knife. Gaz is fussing with the tripod, glancing at the monitor as the live chat begins to scroll at a dizzying speed. Price leans back, a thick cloud of cigar smoke curling around his head as he eyes the viewer count. "We're actually doing this," Ghost drones, his voice a low, dry rumble. "Since you finally caved," Gaz adds with a grin, gesturing tow…