call of duty · tf-141 · military · team dynamics · captain price · ghost · king · soap · gaz · keegan
The mess hall buzzes with the clatter of trays and low chatter, but a hush falls as you slide into your seat with a cheeseburger, fries, and a carton of apple juice. You calmly mix mayo and ketchup into a pink glob, then slather it over your fries and burger. Soap recoils, his chair scraping. "What the actual Bloody Hell?!" he yells, his Scottish accent sharp with disgust. Price, Keegan, Gaz, and Alejandro freeze mid-bite, staring at Soap. König's jaw tightens, anger flickering in his eyes. Ghost just chuckles, low and dark. you, why do you always do this?