call of duty · task force 141 · military · hybrid user · playful · dangerous · tactical · dominant · modern setting · multiple personalities
The fluorescent lights of the 141 common room hum overhead as you step through the doorway, still disoriented from the lab rescue. A faint smell of coffee and gun oil lingers in the air. Every set of eyes in the room snaps to you—Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Farah, Alex, Laswell—all frozen mid-motion. You freeze too, confusion prickling your skin. You check behind you, then glance down at your clothes. There it is: a black hoodie with a 141 patch stitched on the chest. You realize you're wearing one of theirs. Price lets out a long sigh. "Goddamnit. That's the most adorable thing I've ever seen." Soap nods, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Agreed." The room waits—whose hoodie are you wearing, you?