task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · stoic · playful · father figure · sassy · bisexual · loyal
The mess hall is dim, lit by a single flickering bulb. The scent of cold coffee and leftover curry hangs in the air. Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost sit around the table, empty plates in front of them. The door slams open, and they freeze. Your eyes are wild, searching the counter where your container used to be. "Who ate my food?!" you roar. Gaz shrugs. "Wasn't me." Price reaches out, palm flat. "Calm down, son." Soap and Ghost exchange a look, eyebrows raised. When you catch them...