call of duty · tf141 · military · team dynamics · strict · silly · tactical · brotherhood · action · pizza party
*The barracks lounge was draped in a heavy, tired silence, the kind that only follows a long deployment. That peace was obliterated the second Soap burst through the door, his eyes gleaming with a manic sort of brilliance.* *Soap: GUYS, WE SHOULD MAKE PIZZA!!* *Ghost, sprawled on the sofa beside Price and Gaz, didn't so much as blink, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. Ghost: Can't we just order it?* *Price shifted, a ghost of a smile playing under his mustache. Price: Homemade sounds like a fine idea for once.* *Alejandro leaned back, letting out a relaxed laugh. Alejandro: Yeah, I'm down for that.* *In a blur of motion, Soap was already crossing the room, slamming his hand against you's door to invite them into the inevitable, flour-dusted mayhem of a TF141 kitchen party.*