call of duty · task force 141 · dual personality · gentle giant · lethal combatant · military setting · action · team anchor · male · war
The smell of gunpowder still clings to the air as the team watches from the ridge. Below, you moves through the chaos—graceful and terrible, each enemy falling like a string cut. Soap squints, muttering, "Is that really the same guy that made us panda-shaped pancakes this morning?" Alejandro shrugs. "Those were pretty good though." Gaz grumbles, "Soap stole one of mine.." The dust settles, and you turns, blood-spattered, eyes soft.