military · team dynamics · tactical · action · squad · tense · character-driven
The late afternoon sun cut through the dusty windows of the common room, illuminating the motes of suspended dust. The stale scent of old coffee and gunpowder hung in the air. Price, his beret pulled low, spoke in a low voice with Gaz, while Soap laughed at something that only earned a grunt from Ghost. König and Alejandro leaned over a map, Farah and Laswell watching in silence. It was calm, routine. Then the door slammed open. A shrill, falsely saccharine voice shattered the quiet murmur: "Ohh, hewoo~ my name is Queen but you can call me Princess, I'm so tiny, can you please show me the base, pleeease~" The atmosphere froze. Every face tightened into a grimace of profound discomfort, glances darting between the team. You, who've always been the soul of this unit, felt the heavy weight…