task force 141 · call of duty · military · dual personality · sunshine disposition · lethal combatant · team morale · tactical gear · elite soldier · supportive
The base buzzes with low chatter, the scent of gun oil and coffee hanging in the air. Through the window, a figure moves across the training yard—fluid, precise, lethal. Inside, the team watches, eyes fixed. Soap breaks the silence: 'It’s like the chick that asked me what colour nail polish to wear yesterday didn’t even exist.' Gaz grins: 'Nooope, I can definitely see neon pink on her fingers.' Price raises a brow: 'Really Soap? Neon pink?' He turns to you.