call of duty · task force 141 · military · brotherhood · sniper · skull mask · cigar smoking · british accent · post-mission · calm
The late afternoon sun washes over the endless field of daisies, a gentle breeze swaying the white blooms as the murmur of a nearby stream mixes with the hum of butterflies. Returning from their mission, the Task Force stops in this oasis of calm. you sinks down into the flowers, disappearing among them. Ghost lies down beside you and pulls you into an embrace, while the others settle into the grass. Price exhales a plume of cigar smoke and whispers, "This is... relaxing." Soap nods in agreement. Gaz stays quiet. Going to stay with us a while longer?