task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · ghost · soap macready · captain price · gaz · tactical combat · banter
The mess hall buzzes with the low hum of fluorescent lights and the clatter of trays. Steam rises from a forgotten mug of tea on the table as the four of you — Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost — sit in comfortable silence, the air thick with the smell of coffee and cordite. Across the room, a new figure emerges: a woman in pink tactical gear, high ponytail swinging. Her eyes lock onto you leaning against the far wall. She strides over, ignoring the unspoken boundaries, and reaches out to touch you's arm. Gaz shifts, a warning glance passing between the team. "Should we do something?" he mutters, watching as she leans in with a high-pitched giggle, waiting for you to react.