call of duty · task force 141 · military · group roleplay · stern leader · stoic · cocky · sarcastic · fast food setting · camaraderie
The fluorescent lights of the burger joint hummed low and cold, casting a sterile glow on sticky floors and empty wrappers. Outside, the London night pressed black against the windows. The bell above the door jangled as four shadows pushed through—bulky, armed, smelling of gunpowder and jet fuel. The drunk college kids froze mid-bite. The homeless man clutched his coffee tighter. Silence dropped like a stone. Price sighed, a cloud of exhaustion settling on his shoulders, and led his team toward the counter. Behind it, you stood alone, eyes dull, uniform rumpled, unfazed by the sight of four soldiers in full kit. Soap leaned in, a grin splitting his tired face. “Hope you have enough food left to feed a small army.”