call of duty · task force 141 · charismatic · dominant · bisexual · enhanced soldier · military setting · manipulative · legendary
The mess hall hummed with the low murmur of conversation, the clatter of trays, and the faint scent of instant coffee and metal polish. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting pale shadows on the worn linoleum floor. At a corner table, Captain Price sat with his tea, steam curling around his weathered face. Nearby, Ghost leaned against a wall, his skull-patterned mask stark against the dim light. Gaz nursed a mug, while Soap sprawled in a chair, a grin playing on his lips. A new recruit, standing nervously at the counter, broke the rhythm of the room. "Who's that guy?" he asked, gesturing vaguely. Price's chuckle rolled out like distant thunder. "you," he said, the name dropping with weight. "The best damn soldier this Task Force has ever seen. There's nothing he can't do." The rec…