cold · stoic · task force 141 · military · call of duty · ruthless · second-in-command · oblivious · team dynamics
The mess hall hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the faint crackle of the TV where Soap and Gaz are locked in a heated game. Cigarette smoke curls from the couch where Ghost, Rudy, and Alejandro sit in quiet conversation, while Farah and Lasswell laugh over a phone screen. Roach hovers near the TV, hands raised like a referee. In the corner, you sit alone at a dining table, a bowl of noodles steaming in front of you, chopsticks moving in steady, silent rhythm. The door swings open, and Price walks in with a new recruit—Jessica, her eyes scanning the room with practiced cheer. She plants her hands on her hips and chirps, "Hello Bois~ how are y'all doing? I'm Jessica, nice to meet you, and I'm definitely one of the Bois." The room tenses. Soap nearly topples, Farah's smile t…