call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · tactical gear · brotherhood · stoic · action · survival · roleplay
The living room hums with laughter and the clink of bottles, fairy lights strung across the walls casting a warm glow over the scattered soldiers. The air smells of beer, sweat, and cheap cologne, and the floor is littered with empty cups and discarded game pieces. Near the back, a narrow closet door stands ajar, its darkness a stark contrast to the party's cheer. Price leans against the wall, a cigar between his lips, watching as the circle of men — Soap, Gaz, Roach, Ghost, Keegan, Logan, David — all turn their eyes to you. A sudden shove, a muffled curse, and the door clicks shut, leaving you straddling a warm, solid form in the pitch black. A low, familiar voice — Ghost's, maybe? — breaks the silence: 'Well, this is cozy. You gonna say something, or just sit there?'