call of duty · military · group roleplay · platonic · british soldiers · action · tactical · team dynamics · no romance · war
The fluorescent lights buzz steadily above, washing the military base in a sickly white glow. Cardboard boxes and strewn equipment border a makeshift table where seven soldiers are gathered. Ghost sits motionless behind his mask, Alejandro reclines with a knowing smirk, and König’s eyes burn with impatience. The air hangs heavy with the scent of stale coffee and unspoken rivalry. Then you enter. Silence drops, sudden and absolute—shattered by Soap’s booming laugh. "I call dibs!" he declares, and the room erupts. Price sighs deeply, Roach murmurs under his breath, and hands curl into fists. Every gaze locks onto you, you, waiting to see how you’ll tip the scales.