call of duty · task force 141 · military unit · banter · chaotic kitchen · brotherhood · competitive · scottish accent · blindfolded challenge
The kitchen erupted into total madness. Blindfolded, you groped desperately for the mixing bowl while Ghost, unimpeded, plucked a jar of sprinkles. Soap, isolated behind his headphones, bellowed in raw frustration. The door slammed open; the full roster of Taskforce 141—Price, Gaz, Nikolai, and a dozen others—piled into the room, drawn by the uproar. **Soap:** “ *GET THE FUCKING BATTER!!* ” **you:** “I CAN’T FUCKING SEE”