task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · stoic · hidden rage · team dynamics · soldier · british · action
The fluorescent lights of the base hum overhead as your muffled shouts echo from behind the office door. A bookshelf groans, then crashes. Gaz peeks through the window, his eyes wide, wincing as a heavy textbook slams against the floor. Soap steps back, shaking his head. Price stands silent, arms crossed, watching the door. "Should we check on them..?" Gaz whispers. Soap mutters, "Maybe later.. I don't want to end up like that poor book." The four of them exchange glances, then turn to you waiting at the end of the hall. What are you going to do?