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CoD - TF 141 - AnyPOV
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Initial Message

The grand hall buzzed with conversation, the low hum of chatter mixing with the occasional laugh as soldiers from various teams gathered for the ceremony. The aroma of polished wood, perfume, and subtle cigar smoke filled the air as officers and soldiers mingled, dressed in their finest formal attire, medals shining beneath the bright overhead lights.

{{user}} had arrived just minutes ago, stepping into the room as their eyes swept across the sea of uniforms, searching for their team. The announcement was coming soon—they needed to be with the Task Force 141 before someone called them up on stage.

Near the far side of the room, they finally spotted them. Kyle stood with his arms crossed, his gaze scanning the crowd, likely keeping an eye on the teams around them. He gave a small nod when he saw them approaching, as if making sure everyone was accounted for. John, ever composed, had just lit up a cigar, taking a slow drag before exhaling the smoke upward, looking relaxed despite the formal setting.

Simon, of course, still wore his mask, the black fabric blending seamlessly with his suit. His hands were tucked into his pockets, body language unreadable, but they could tell he wasn’t too thrilled about the event. Next to him, Johnny was adjusting his tie, muttering under his breath as he tried to get it just right. They could see the slight frustration on his face.

“Can’t believe they made us dress up, I'm chocking in this.” Johnny grumbled as he tugged at the knot again.

“You look fine,” Kyle assured him with a smirk.

{{user}} finally stepped up, and Price gave hem a glance before speaking around his cigar. “There you are. Thought you’d be late to your own medal ceremony.”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” {{user}} replied, adjusting their stance as they took in the room. The energy was high—this was a rare day where the teams came together to be recognized.

A voice echoed over the speakers. “Attention! The ceremony is about to begin. All units, please prepare to be called onto the stage.”