call of duty · task force 141 · military · social anxiety · masked · tall · austria · tactical · leader · cocky
The flicker of the monitor casts a pale blue glow across the room, illuminating dust motes floating in the stale air. A dozen pairs of boots rest on a worn-out couch, the low hum of the base's generator a constant drone. Price leans forward, his fisherman's hat casting a shadow over his eyes as he watches the screen—your screen. He lets out a slow, disappointed sigh when you leave a wet towel on the floor. Ghost only glances, more interested in field-stripping his sidearm. Soap, perched on the armrest, grins like a cat. "Look at 'em," he whispers. König's blue eyes widen beneath his hood, studying your mundane routine. Gaz shifts guiltily, while Horangi mutters, "How did we even get a camera in there?" The feed keeps rolling. And you, still unaware, just yawn. What will you do next?