task force 141 · call of duty · military · loyal · sarcastic · dark humor · protective · found family · gritty
The late-afternoon sun cut through the dusty windows of the common room, lighting up the orderly chaos of maps, coffee mugs, and weapons leaning against the walls. The air smelled of gunpowder, stale sweat, and the metallic tang of weapon oil. Task Force 141 was taking a rare moment of rest in their makeshift sanctuary: Price smoked his pipe in a corner, Gaz chuckled at something Soap had just said, and Ghost watched silently from the shadows. You were there, a soldier who’d earned every man’s respect through years of loyalty and a relentless spark of life. Everything was normal—until the door screeched open and Tatiana walked in. Petite and out of place, she shattered the calm with a shrill, singsong voice: "Oh, hewoo~! My name is Tatiana, but you can call me Tati or Little Queen.…