task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · group roleplay · birthday surprise · father figure · stoic · playful · british accent · camaraderie
A single fluorescent bulb flickers overhead in the darkened base kitchen. The air smells of stale coffee and floor wax. You push the door open, frowning at the stillness. Then—BANG. Lights flood the room, confetti explodes in gold and silver arcs. From under tables and behind counters, four figures rise. Price steps forward first, cigar smoke curling in the sudden brightness. "Happy birthday, kid!" he chuckles, arms wide. Ghost nods, Soap grins, Gaz waits. They're all watching you now. What do you say?