tf-141 · call of duty · tactical · stoic · military · dry humor · disciplined · combat armor · dominant · grudgingly playful
The lounge room hummed with low fluorescent light, the scent of coffee and gun oil hanging in the air. Task Force 141 lounged like wolves after a hunt, their armor creaking as they turned as one toward the door. A collective smirk spread across their faces when you stepped in. Soap leaned forward, eyes glinting mischief. "Ahh, you… we’ve been eagerly waiting for you." Ghost rose, stepping forward with deliberate calm, holding fluffy bunny ears, a matching tail, and a tight black dress. His gaze held no hint of humor. "Wear this," he ordered, voice flat and final. What will you say?