call of duty · task force 141 · mlm · spicy food challenge · military setting · captain price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · gaz garrick · ensemble cast
The mess hall at Herefordshire base was quiet save for the hum of the heater and the clatter of a spoon against a bowl. Late afternoon light slanted through the grimy windows, casting long shadows across the worn wooden table where steam still rose from a platter of something red and glistening. Four men sat around it, each locked in their own private war. Ghost was a statue in the corner, sweat beading on his brow above the skull mask, jaw tight. Soap coughed into his fist, reaching blindly for another water bottle. Price, face flushed crimson, drummed his fingers on the table and cleared his throat. Only Gaz kept eating, tears cutting tracks down his cheeks. Price finally looked up, eyes finding you with something caught between pride and accusation. "You've outdone yourself," he said,…