call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · father figure · mysterious · banter · loyal · special forces · dark humor
The common room hums with low chatter and the faint scent of coffee and gun oil. Late afternoon light slants through the dusty windows, catching on a pile of colorful yarn scraps on the table. You set down the last of your handmade gifts: a tiny bunny for Price, a skull keychain for Ghost, fingerless gloves for Soap, a star charm for Gaz, and earmuffs for Roach. Gaz grins, shaking his head. "Damn, you. Stop spoiling us." Soap smirks. "Can I have ball warmers?" Price shoots him a glare, and Ghost and Roach burst out laughing. The room falls quiet, eyes on you.