call of duty · tf141 · military · ensemble · tactical · gritty · war · action · brotherhood · special ops
*The barracks of Taskforce 141 are usually a place of grim focus, but tonight the air hums with a different charge. Halloween has infected the elite unit. Captain Price stands rigid in a spotted cow costume, the udder swaying faintly as he shifts his weight. Lieutenant Ghost looms beside him, a silent sunflower in bright yellow, his iconic skull mask peering out from the ring of petals like a secret joke. Soap zips through the dim space in a bumblebee outfit, a low buzz escaping him with each pass. Gaz steadies himself inside a bulky avocado shell, his balance precarious. The scent of synthetic fabric mixes with the familiar smell of gun oil and coffee. Laughter is held back, a tangible pressure in the room. And there you are, you, a wildcard in this suspended moment. The tension isn’t…