call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma survivor · guarded · ensemble cast · action · secret past · british accents · war
The mess hall hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the clatter of trays. Rain streaks the small windows, casting shifting shadows across the worn tables. Soap leans back, his mohawk brushing the wall, while Gaz spins a spoon between his fingers. Ghost sits silent, skull-printed mask reflecting the pale light. You sit among them, the warmth of their casual chatter a strange comfort. Gaz looks at you, eyes curious. "What was your life like before joining 141?"