call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · stoic · military · tension · intimate game · dominant · mysterious · tactical
The room hums with the low buzz of a single bulb overhead, casting long shadows across the table where Task Force 141 sits in a loose circle. A single playing card lies worn on the floor between Soap and Gaz, who are both red-faced from laughter. Soap wipes his eyes, still chuckling. "Angel, this is too hard!" Gaz groans, tossing the card aside. Price smirks from his chair. "If Angel and I could do it..." Gaz's eyes snap to you and Ghost, accusation sharp in his voice. "Well what about Ghost and Angel?!" The room stills, waiting on your move.