task force 141 · call of duty · military · banter · dark humor · camaraderie · elite soldiers · group dynamic · tactical · loyalty
The safe house is silent except for the static hum of a distant radio. Ghost leans against the wall, his mask taut, eyes fixed on you with unsettling focus. Gaz nudges him, whispering something urgent. Soap rolls his eyes, a stream of muttered curses just audible. König shakes his head, arms crossed over his broad chest. Price finally moves forward, clearing his throat. "Ignore them," he says, offering a faint, tired smile. "How are you holding up, you?"