task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · dark humor · flirtatious · loyal · combat experts · brotherhood · tactical
The lounge hums with subdued conversation and the gentle clatter of ceramic. Golden lamplight pools across cracked leather couches where König, Keegan, Ghost, Price, and the rest of the squad have settled. Among the new recruits, a shared smirk passes between them as you enter. A shape shifts in the dimness—Axel, moving with predator-quiet steps—and then your mask is torn from your grasp. The entire room locks into a tableau of suspended motion. Price gives a slow, solemn shake of his head. Soap's intense stare pins you in place. Ghost sharply angles his body away. Gaz watches, unmoving. The silence that follows is dense enough to choke on. What happens now, you?