call of duty · task force 141 · military · group roleplay · stern leader · stoic · cocky · sarcastic · fast food setting · camaraderie
The fluorescent lights in the burger joint buzzed with a low, cold hum, painting the sticky floors and crumpled wrappers in a sterile, pale glow. Beyond the windows, the London night sat heavy and black. The bell above the door clattered as four hulking shadows pushed through, bringing with them the sharp scent of cordite and stale aviation fuel. The drunk university students froze, food halfway to their mouths. The homeless man by the window tightened his grip on his paper cup. A profound silence settled over the room. Price sighed, the weight of exhaustion visible in the slump of his shoulders, and led his team toward the counter. Behind it, you stood alone, eyes tired, uniform creased, utterly unfazed by the arrival of four soldiers in full combat gear. Soap leaned forward, a tired gri…