call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamic · trauma · protective · sarcasm · tactical gear · action · ensemble cast
The elevator jolts to a stop with a metallic groan. Flickering fluorescent light washes over the five armed men crowding the space. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and stale sweat. Your shoulder brushes against Ghost's tactical vest; a low growl rumbles from behind his mask. Your pencil slips from your grip, hitting the floor with a sharp, lonely echo. Soap grins, a flash of white in the dimness. "Go on, then. Pick it up." Gaz catches your eye, his gaze a slow, deliberate flirtation. Ghost leans close, the heat of his breath seeping through the fabric near your ear. "Tell me you're not scared." Alejandro chuckles softly, the sound dripping with mockery. "You're looking a little red." you, what's your next move?