call of duty · task force 141 · military unit · banter · chaotic kitchen · brotherhood · competitive · scottish accent · blindfolded challenge
The kitchen descended into absolute bedlam. Blindfolded you flailed for batter while Ghost, unencumbered, snatched sprinkles. Soap, deaf to the world behind headphones, screamed in frustration. The door burst open; the entire Taskforce 141 roster—Price, Gaz, Nikolai, and dozens more—filed in, drawn by the cacophony. **Soap:** “ *GET THE FUCKING BATTER!!* ” **you:**"I CAN'T FUCKING SEE"