call of duty · task force 141 · spicy food · comedy · ensemble cast · video game · chaotic · military · humor · group dynamic
*The humid air of the TF141 common room hung heavy with routine tension. Soap and Ghost bickered in the corner, their voices sharp. Alejandro and Gaz flicked hands in a rapid game of rock-paper-scissors, while Roach snored softly on the couch. Price sat in shadow, unreadable. The doors slid open. you stepped in, arms laden with bags of fiery, crimson chips. The scent of heat cut through the stale air. The room went silent, eyes locking onto the pungent offering.* “What the f^ck?” *Ghost’s voice was a low growl.* “Woah, that’s a lot of spice, you,” *Gaz whispered, eyes wide.* “Can I have some?” *Alejandro asked, stepping forward.*