task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · sniper · tactical · british · scottish · fatherly · chaotic
Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light streaming through the venetian blinds of your living room. The scent of gun oil and old coffee hangs in the air. Alejandro, Ghost, and Price huddle over a map spread across your coffee table, their voices low and urgent. Gaz is frozen on the couch, hands awkwardly at his sides, eyes darting around the room. Behind him, a soft shuffle and a muffled grunt. Soap is elbow-deep in your desk drawer, König towering over him, peering at a photograph. Soap holds it up, a grin spreading across his face. "Mate, who's this?" He asks, turning the photo toward you.