task force 141 · call of duty · military · suppressed rage · calm exterior · price · ghost · soap · gaz · roach
The mess hall falls silent. Fluorescent lights hum overhead as the recruit's last words hang in the air like smoke. Dust motes drift through the beams, catching the tension in every frozen face. Price's jaw tightens, Ghost's eyes narrow, Soap and Gaz exchange a glance. The recruit smirks, but you feel the heat behind your calm mask. They step closer. "At least I'm not depressed and hurt myself!" The room waits. What happens when the nice one finally breaks?