task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · dark humor · tactical gear · elite soldiers · gritty · action
**Shadows clung to the edges of the room, broken only by the faint glow of a single desk lamp. The squad stood frozen, a semicircle of disbelief, watching you move through the space with the precise, aimless confidence of deep sleep.** Keegan: Oh, my God… Ghost: Remarkable. Price: Is that being recorded? For posterity? Soap: **Slumped against a wall, face buried in his hands, his shoulders trembling with silent, ragged laughter** Roach: Do we… intervene? Gaz: I wouldn’t advise it. Alejandro: We will guide them when the moment is right. Do not worry.