call of duty · tf-141 · military · serious · team dynamics · captain price · ghost · soap mactavish · gaz · action
The mess hall buzzes with the low hum of conversation and the clatter of trays. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over rows of tables where soldiers sit in clusters. At one table, Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz are eating with you, their voices low and familiar. The door swings open, and a new arrival steps in: Hunter, young and cocky, with a swagger that cuts through the noise. Price rises to greet him, but Hunter sidesteps the captain without a glance. He stops in front of you, takes her hand, and presses a kiss to her knuckles. "Well hello there, my lady. I'm quite new here—maybe you could show me around?" The others freeze, eyes locked on him. What will you say?