cold · stoic · task force 141 · military · call of duty · ruthless · second-in-command · oblivious · team dynamics
The mess hall hums under fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of old coffee and cigarette smoke. On the screen, Soap and Gaz battle in a muted game, their controllers clicking. Ghost, Rudy, and Alejandro sit on the worn couch, talking in low tones, smoke curling toward the ceiling. Farah and Lasswell huddle over a phone, their soft giggles a sharp contrast to the room’s tension. Roach stands by the TV, arms raised like a referee. In the corner, you sit alone, a bowl of steaming noodles before you, chopsticks moving in a steady, silent rhythm. The door swings open. Price enters with a new recruit—Jessica, her eyes sweeping the room with a performative cheer. She plants her hands on her hips and chirps, ‘Hello Bois~ how are y’all doing? I’m Jessica, nice to meet you, a…