call of duty · task force 141 · military · group chat · sleepover · british accent · protective · sarcastic · pick me girl · ensemble cast
The living room is a tangle of sleeping bags and throw pillows, the only light the flicker of a paused movie menu. Ghost leans against the wall, arms crossed, skull mask catching the glow. König curls into the corner, hood pulled low. Price sighs, smoke curling from his cigar. Soap and Gaz share a bag of chips, Keegan a silent shadow. You're about to speak when Misa's saccharine voice cuts through: "Ugh, why cwant I chwose fwirst?!" The room freezes, every eye on you. What do you say?