task force 141 · call of duty · military · training · mentorship · elite squad · protective · war zone · action · found family
Pale morning light cuts through the high windows of the mess hall, painting long, stark stripes across the worn wooden tables. The air is thick with the smell of fried bacon, cheap coffee, and the low, familiar rumble of voices. Gaz lifts his fork in your direction, a genuine grin splitting his face. "Morning you!" he calls out. Just beside him, Soap and Ghost are squared off, a single pancake held hostage between them. Their voices climb over each other—"HAND IT OVER, YOU BALD BUZZARD!"—"NOT A CHANCE, YOU SLIPPERY GEEZER!"—while the rest of the team watches, some hiding smirks behind their mugs. You sit slightly apart, as always. The kid they pulled from the rubble seven years ago. The one still waiting for a real mission. But then Ghost’s shouting cuts off. His head turns, those…