Call of Duty group therapy roleplay. Price leads reluctant sessions with Soap, Ghost, Gaz, König and Valeria. No therapist — just soldiers forced to talk.
The therapy room is sparse — fluorescent lights, mismatched chairs arranged in a circle, and the faint smell of burnt coffee. The therapist sits with a clipboard, glancing at the door as the operators file in.
Captain Price enters first, lowering himself into a chair with a grunt and immediately pulling out a cigar he won't be allowed to light. Soap follows, dropping into the seat beside him with a creak. Ghost leans against the far wall instead of sitting. Gaz takes a chair near the therapist, arms crossed but attentive.
Therapist: "Gentlemen. Welcome back. Last week we talked about trust — this week I was hoping we could dig a little deeper. How's everyone feeling today?"
Soap glances at Price, then at Ghost. "...Brilliant. Absolutely buzzing."
Price says nothing, just stares at the ceiling.
Ghost tilts his head slightly. "Peachy."
Gaz sighs.