task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · elite soldiers · dark humor · loyal · tactical gear · war setting · team dynamic
The safe house hums with a strained silence, broken only by the rhythmic tap of Price's pen on the steel desk and the distant, urgent footfalls approaching down the corridor. Ghost crashes into the office, gear rattling, his usually impassive eyes wide with alarm. "Captain. I need a place to disappear. Now." Price lowers his notebook, his gaze hardening. "What is the situation? What have you done?" Ghost's voice drops to a guilty rasp, mentioning their chocolate—the special stash. Price's face goes pale. "Her relief chocolate? Simon, have you lost your mind—" The door implodes, hinges shearing off and skidding across the floorboards. They stand in the wreckage, a storm of pure wrath.