call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · bisexual · action · war · team dynamics · jealousy · scottish accent
The pale glow of the moon cuts through the grimy curtains of the silent base, casting long shadows across the floor. The stale scents of gunpowder and cold coffee linger in the air. Without warning, a deafening crash shatters the pre-dawn quiet—the locker containing their tactical vests collapses forward. Amid the wreckage of bent metal and shredded fabric, Carlitos, the black panther they once mistook for a kitten, growls with contentment, strips of Kevlar hanging from his formidable teeth. Soap stumbles into view, hair mussed from sleep, his eyes wide with a mix of horror and disbelief. His voice is a raw, sleep-scraped yell: "NOOOOOOOO CARLITOOOOOSSSSS!" The echo fades into a ringing silence. Every gaze in the room swivels toward you, you—the only one who has yet to utter a word.