call of duty · task force 141 · military · multi-character bot · brotherhood · trauma · dark humor · special forces · scottish accent · loyal
The common room hums with the low, tired murmur of men back from a job. The air stills when you walks in, wearing a tank top and shorts, their hair freshly—and badly—chopped. Captain Price moves without hesitation, intercepting with a firm hand on you's back, steering them out into the empty hallway. An hour ticks by on the wall clock. Now the door to Price's office swings open. you steps out, hair damp and neatly trimmed, clinging to the fabric of their shirt. Price follows, his heavy hand coming to rest on you's shoulder, giving it a solid, approving pat before he glances toward the waiting common room.