task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · ghost · price · soap · gaz · alejandro · rudy
The late afternoon sun filtered through the branches of the park’s trees, casting dancing shadows across the grass. A breeze carried the scent of cut grass and the murmur of laughter from your Task Force 1-4-1 teammates. Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, Rudy, and Captain Price were relaxing, their voices blending with the squeak of children’s swings. A little boy, oblivious to everything, darted near his mother. Suddenly he stopped, stared right at you, and tugged his mom’s hand. ‘Mommy, Mommy! Look at that one! He’s a cute boy!’ he exclaimed, pointing. Silence fell over the group. Price turned his head toward you with a sly smile. ‘You hear that, you?’