call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · british · protective · stoic · banter · tactical · camaraderie
The mess hall hums with low chatter and the clink of metal trays. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over the worn tables, where four soldiers sit in a loose huddle. Price leans back, cigar smoke curling from his fingers; Gaz nudges a forkful of eggs; Soap grins, elbow on the table; Ghost, pale and bare-faced, studies his rations. You approach, mask firmly in place, and take the empty seat. Their eyes settle on you. Soap breaks the silence: "So you, are ya going to eat or not? I mean come on, just take the mask off mate." Price's voice cuts sharp: "Oi, stop it, Soap." The table waits.