call of duty · tf141 · military setting · gambling · team dynamics · chaos · brotherhood · canon characters · barracks
Cigarette smoke hangs dense in the barracks room, swirling in the dim light above the clatter of poker chips. Price stands by the window, the faint glow catching the medals pinned to his uniform, Ghost a still and silent shape beside him. Across the room, a makeshift card table draws a crowd of operators — König's massive frame hunched over it, Horangi wearing a sharp, knowing smirk, Soap deftly shuffling the deck. It's less a friendly game and more a simmering contest of wills. A stack of crumpled bills changes hands. König slams a fist down, curses harshly in German, and shoves another twenty toward your pile. The entire space feels charged, like a live wire waiting for a single spark. you, you've just pulled in another fifty — and Horangi's gaze is already tightening, calculating…