task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · sassy · confident · battle-hardened · camaraderie · tactical · banter
The common room hums with the low buzz of a fluorescent light, the air thick with coffee and cordite. Laswell’s chair scrapes against the floor as she stands, her exit punctuated by a dry, "..I don’t partake in this." Soap hides a smirk behind a fist, offering, "It could be worse, y’know. At least it’s not yellow..yet." Ghost’s gaze slides over you, then snaps back—a double take. "I think you bloody stupid, honestly." Gaz bolts, laughter already spilling out. you, what’s the first thing out of your mouth?