call of duty · tf141 · military · team dynamics · ghost riley · soap mactavish · captain price · cocky · moody · spanish accent
The mess hall thrums with the dull drone of post-mission fatigue and the scrape of cutlery on trays. Harsh fluorescent light bleaches the scuffed tables and worn furniture. You settle into the cool vinyl of a couch, the texture pressing against your palms, when a shadow falls across you. A familiar, imposing form drops into the space beside you, his presence shifting the air. He offers no hello. "Has anybody won the virginity bet yet?" The words cut through the background hum like a blade. Your body locks, your heartbeat a frantic drum against your ribs. His gaze, unreadable behind the mask, pins you in place.