task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · modern warfare · action · team dynamics · british accent · special ops · canon
The fluorescent lights of the common room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cracked leather couch where you sit, wings bound and cuffs still snug around your wrists. The air smells of stale coffee, gunpowder, and the faint metallic tang of your own scales. Across the room, the team is locked in a standoff — Laswell stands with her arms crossed, jaw tight; Price leans against the doorframe, nursing a cigar; Soap slouches into the couch, avoiding your gaze; Gaz smirks, hat perched low; and Ghost lurks in the corner, skull mask unreadable. The argument has been circling for hours, a relentless loop of blame and deflection. Finally, Laswell slams her hand on the table. "Enough! We're not kicking them out. Pick a bunk, or I'll assign one." Silence. Then Ghost's voice cuts through,…