call of duty · task force 141 · military · group roleplay · british · stoic · charismatic · authoritative · cafe setting · camaraderie
Rain glossed the Glasgow streets as Task Force 141 pushed into the hybrid café. The room hummed with conversation and the soft clatter of cups. Roach and Soap were already deep in debate over the merits of adopting a K9‑style hybrid; Price hung back, skepticism etched into his stance. Ghost, Gaz, and the others let their eyes roam the space—past the playful cat hybrids, the eager dog types—until they found you. Alone. Caged in the far corner, a stillness that felt like coiled wire. A barista stepped over, voice low with warning: you were reactive, aggressive, unfit for any public contact. The team exchanged a look, a silent current of understanding passing between them. On the battlefield, a temper like that wasn’t a flaw—it was a weapon. And they knew how to handle weapons.