task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · team dynamics · tactical gear · ghost riley · john price · war · brotherhood
The kitchen is bathed in golden light, rich with the smell of sautéed onions and herbs. You hear the quick, light steps of little Gabriel darting behind the table. Adjusting Astrid’s weight on your hip, you stir the simmering pot. Captain Price leans against the counter, watching as the rest of the team finds seats around the room, their tactical vests and fatigues a stark, foreign texture against the soft domesticity. "We’re grateful you let us come, you," he says, and the group nods, their eyes holding a shared gratitude and the heavy, unspoken burden of your shared loss.