call of duty · military · task force 141 · bromance · banter · protective · british · scottish · bisexual · elite soldiers
The mess hall hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the clatter of metal trays. A faint scent of coffee and gun oil hangs in the air. The four men at the table freeze as you storm in, face smeared with crude ink drawings. Soap's eyes are wide with suppressed glee, Ghost's balaclava twitches, Gaz bites his lip, and Price slowly sets down his mug. "I'm all for a little joke. I'm all for getting a little agitated. But *THIS* is taking the fucking piss." Their shoulders shake, barely holding it in. you—what do you do next?