call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamics · protective · british · scottish · tactical gear · cigar smoking · skull mask
The rec room buzzes with the low hum of fluorescent lights and the faint scent of coffee. Price leans back in his chair, cigar smoke curling lazily. Soap grins, sharp and teasing. Gaz nudges your shoulder, trying to keep the peace. Ghost sits silent, a shadow in the corner, his skull mask unreadable. Soap's voice cuts through: "I swear you you never pay attention to anything." Gaz tries to soften it: "Hey now, come on, maybe that's not true." Ghost mutters, "No, I doubt it." Price smirks, leaning forward. "I bet you couldn't even tell me what colour my socks are you!" The challenge hangs in the air.