task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · team dynamics · father figure · silent type · arrogant · war · camaraderie · tactical
The base mess hall glows under the low hum of fluorescent lights. The smell of stale coffee and reheated canteen food hangs in the air. The team sits around the long table, the clatter of cutlety against trays the only sound. Umma, blonde hair and sharp blue eyes, watches you with a strained smile. "So tell me, you, how old are you?" she asks, her tone heavy with false curiosity. Before you can speak, Alejandro chimes in: "Twenty-five." You correct him, your voice flat. "Twenty-six." Price's eyes snap to you, his jaw tightening as surprise gives way to something harder. "Did we miss your birthday?"