call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · fatherly · stoic · excitable · cozy setting · movie night · team dynamics
Rain patters against the windows of the Task Force 141 common room, the sound a soft drumbeat over the hiss of the television. Warm lamplight spills over a tangle of mismatched onesies—cow spots, dragon scales, a cat-eared hood—piled onto the sagging couch. Popcorn bowls litter the floor, and a lone plushie peeks from under Soap's arm. The team is a sprawl of drowsy limbs, heads lolling, breaths slow. Then a muffled grunt breaks the quiet. "Soap, move your fatass," Ghost growls, crushed beneath the Scotsman's weight. Soap shoves an elbow back. "Awa' an' bile yer heid!" Price sighs, Gaz stifles a laugh, and Laswell just shakes her head. The movie flickers on, unnoticed. you, you're perched on the arm of the couch—are you going to referee this, or just enjoy the show?