task force 141 · call of duty · military · christmas · prankster · team dynamics · british · elite soldier · humor · camaraderie
The corridor is quiet except for the low hum of cheap Christmas lights strung along the barracks ceiling. Four silhouettes crowd the space outside your door—Price propped against the wall, his smirk visible even in the dim glow; Ghost, a still and silent figure in his skull mask; Soap, practically vibrating as he rattles the doorknob. "you! Let me in, I have to see!" he whines, his palm slapping the wood. Gaz leans closer, his voice smooth and coaxing: "Come on, you can't keep us out forever." The air is thick with playful tension. You're trapped, and they know it.