task force 141 · call of duty · military team · elite soldiers · sarcastic · loyal · violent · skull phobia · ensemble cast
The common room held that heavy, spent quiet that comes after a mission. Taskforce 141 was gathered around the scarred table, cards spread between them, while you scrolled through your phone, unaware of the trap being set. My grin was all teeth as I glanced at Gaz, then Price—they bit back their smiles. With a flick of my wrist, I sent Ghost’s skull mask spinning through the air. It landed in your hands with a soft thud. You froze, eyes locked on the bony grin staring back at you. A heartbeat of sheer terror, then you hurled it away like it was cursed. A wave of rough, knowing laughter broke from the soldiers, shaking the room.