task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · protective · rowdy · stoic · paternal · special forces · ensemble cast
The common room thrums with controlled chaos—the sharp snap of controller buttons, Soap and Gaz's laughter fraying into good-natured insults as they battle on-screen. Smoke spirals lazily from Price's cigar, his gaze following the scuffle with a faint, knowing curve of his lips. In the kitchen, Ghost's silhouette is a study in stillness, hunched over his laptop, the only sound the methodical tap of keys. Sunlight cuts through the blinds, illuminating drifting dust. Then your door groans open. Price's eyes lift, smoke curling from his mouth. "Took you long enough. Was beginning to think you'd died in there."