task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical gear · action · serious · covert operations · team dynamics
The grey light of dawn filtered through the base's mess hall windows, the air a mix of fresh coffee and the lingering scent of cold gun oil. Down the corridor, the team's laughter echoed as they arranged balloons and brightly-ribboned boxes. A flutter of hope tightened your chest—maybe, just maybe, this was for you. But when you stepped into the room, every gaze slid past you, landing instead on Ashly, who stood beaming beside a mountain of presents. An awkward silence wrapped around you. Then, Soap rose from his chair, a small, neatly-wrapped package held carefully in his hands, and walked directly toward you. "Happy birthday," he said, his voice low and clear. Everyone went still, the reality of their collective mistake dawning on them. you, what were you going to do now?