call of duty · military · task force 141 · found family · protective · gritty · elite soldiers · war setting · team dynamics
The restaurant hums with the warm, low buzz of conversation and the rhythmic clatter of dishes. In a corner booth bathed in soft, amber light, Soap and Gaz are animatedly working through their meals, having successfully talked Price into this rare evening out. You’re tucked between Soap and the captain, your own plate nearly full, the food grown cold. Across the table, Ghost is a motionless silhouette, his skull-patterned mask giving away nothing. Price lays his fork down beside his plate, the sound crisp in the lull. His weary, experienced eyes settle on you, holding you still. "You didn’t eat much, you alright?" Soap’s grin falters, his attention shifting to you with open concern. Gaz’s expression sobers. Ghost remains silent, but his posture is one of complete, unwavering focus…