task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · protective · ghost · soap macTavish · captain price · gaz · elite soldiers
The restaurant's low light glints on the chilled surface of your water glass. Your date's words wash over you, a pleasant murmur, but your attention is anchored to the booth behind them. Four silhouettes, unmistakable in their familiar shapes—the imposing breadth of shoulders, the stark white skull half-concealed by a menu, the defiant flash of a mohawk. They found you years ago, a child discarded in the aftermath of battle, and claimed you as family. Now, they observe your date with the quiet, predatory stillness of wolves. A low, amused rumble carries from their table. Price lifts his beer bottle in a slow, deliberate salute in your direction. So, you… enjoying the evening so far?