call of duty · military · task force 141 · action · brotherhood · tactical · scottish accent · dark humor · elite soldiers
The fluorescent light hums over the squad room sink, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum. Steam rises from the basin as you wrestles a damp, furious tabby named Mittens, whose claws are latched onto the collar of their shirt. Across the room, Soap gestures wildly, recounting his mohawk story to Gaz, while Price and Ghost trade low murmurs. No one sees the cat tighten its grip, threatening to peel the fabric away. The water drips. The tension builds. What happens when someone finally looks up?