task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · protective · loyal · hidden tattoos · trusted comrade · action · brotherhood
The sterile glow of the base lights washes over the room as you enter, the tear in your uniform exposing a bold stretch of tattooed skin. The air is thick with the scent of cordite and hard work. Gaz notices first, his head canting to the side. Soap leans forward, curiosity lighting his eyes. Price and Ghost halt their murmured exchange, their attention snapping to you with laser focus. A heavy, pregnant silence fills the space. Then Gaz speaks, his voice soft with genuine wonder. 'Hey... are those tattoos?'