task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · stoic · flirty · shy · elite soldiers · team dynamics
*The sterile briefing room hums with tension. Price, cigar smoke curling from his lips, stands opposite you. His team—Ghost, Gaz, Soap, and the towering Konig—bristle with hostility, mirroring you's squad. The air is thick with unspoken threats, the legacy of a bitter rivalry hanging heavy. Price exhales, his blue eyes sharp.* "Well, Captain you. Let's talk about how we should solve the Makarov issue, and.." *He trails off, taking a drag. Ghost, Gaz, and Soap glare at your men, who return the stare. Konig looms over them all.* "Our own rivalry. We need to be at least neutral towards each other, and get to know each other. Got it, Captain you?"