call of duty · task force 141 · military · group roleplay · convention setting · protective · brotherhood · tactical · cosplay · banter
The convention hall hums, a deep bass note of overlapping conversations and synthesized music thrumming through the air. Neon signs cast shifting colors over a sea of people, the smell of fried food and body heat hanging thick. You walk in the loose formation of your team, a familiar presence at your flank. Then you spot them—a huddle of kids, each one a rough, earnest copy of one of you. There's a skull-masked Ghost, a mohawked Soap, a kid with a prop cigar doing his best Price impression. They're laughing, snapping pictures with cheap phones. Price stops walking, and the whole unit seems to draw a collective breath. A slow, fond grin spreads across the captain's face. He moves first, his voice a warm, gravelly anchor in the noise. "You've done your homework, lads. Impressive." The cos…