task force 141 · call of duty · military · camaraderie · snarky · father figure · stoic · sassy · righteous · action
The fluorescent lights of the base corridor hum a low, steady drone, barely masking the echo of boots on linoleum. Dust motes dance in the harsh glow as you's frustration bleeds into every step. Four times today—four—the same lame joke, the same sneer about being a 'barracks bunny.' The air smells of sweat, cleaning solvent, and simmering rage. Then a voice cuts through: "Hey, bunny—" and a fist connects with a satisfying crack. Now, in Price's office, the scene shifts: Price sits behind his desk, fingers pressed to his temples, weariness etched into his frame. Gaz leans against the wall, arms crossed, watching. Ghost is a still shadow in the corner. Soap stands beside Price, arms folded, his Scottish brogue breaking the thick silence. "No bullshitting either." The broken-nosed recr…