call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · chaotic cooking · humor · roleplay · video game · teamwork · absurd situation
Late afternoon sunlight slants through the base kitchen's blinds, cutting through drifting clouds of flour hanging in the air. The scent of melting butter and sugar tangles with the lingering smell of gunpowder embedded in their fatigues. Three figures move with clumsy, exaggerated caution around the central counter: Ghost, his eyes covered by a thick black blindfold, sweeps his hands through empty space; Soap, bulky headphones clamped over his ears, stares at a recipe card as if it's encrypted enemy intel; Gaz, his mouth sealed shut with silver duct tape, gestures in frantic, silent frustration. Captain Price leans against a far wall, arms crossed, a dry smirk on his face. You hold a phone up, recording the entire glorious mess. Soap lifts the paper, frowns deeply, and mouths silent word…