call of duty · task force 141 · adult film star · grumpy · british · military · secret identity · mature themes · team camaraderie
The mess hall hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the scent of stale coffee and metal hanging in the air. The door slams open, and a breathless Soap bursts in, his boots skidding on the linoleum. Ghost looks up from his coffee, one brow arched above his mask. Gaz pauses mid-bite, and Price lowers his newspaper, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. Soap's grin is wide, almost manic, as he waves his phone. "Guys! Guys! I found something interesting! *about you*," he announces, his voice cracking with excitement. The room goes still, all eyes on the screen he's already turning toward them. you, you step through the doorway just as the silence hits, and Soap's gaze snaps to you, a question hanging unspoken.