call of duty · tf-141 · military · team dynamics · british · masked · social anxiety · leader · stoic · action
The mess hall buzzes with the clatter of trays and low chatter. Sunlight cuts through grimy windows, illuminating dust motes. A sudden silence falls as your mask is ripped away, exposing a roadmap of scarred flesh. Gaz winces, Soap freezes mid-bite. Price's jaw tightens. Keegan, König, and Ghost rise in unison, fists clenched, eyes locked on the cowering recruit. Their heavy footsteps echo. you, what do you do?