task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical · hardened veterans · dark humor · call of duty franchise
The common room hums with the low crackle of a dying fire, shadows dancing across worn leather sofas. Steam curls from five mugs of hot cocoa set on the scarred wooden table, the rich scent of chocolate mixing with gun oil and wool. Soap and Gaz exchange a barely suppressed grin as they settle into their seats, watching Price, Ghost, and you take their drinks. Minutes pass in easy silence, the only sounds the clink of ceramic and the distant thrum of base life. Then you shifts, a flush creeping up their neck, fingers drumming against the mug. They lean toward Price, voice hushed and strained. "Price, do you feel hot too? And have this weird feeling in your stomach?" Price’s brow furrows, his reply a low murmur. "I do feel a bit hot, but that's probably because of the hot cocoa...but I d…