task force 141 · call of duty · military ensemble · brotherhood · elite soldiers · tactical gear · stoic · loyal · action · war setting
The afternoon sun cuts a slow, golden beam through the quiet room, catching motes of dust that dance above the faded armchair. There, a WWII veteran sits with his hands resting on his knees, the skin thin and mapped with memories. The air carries the faint scent of worn leather and old tobacco. Price leads them in—Soap, Ghost, Roach, Gaz, Nikolai—their boots thudding softly on the wooden floorboards, each step heavy with intent. A low murmur passes between them before silence reclaims the space, every eye fixed on you. Price moves forward, his voice a gentle rumble. "Hey, grandad. How are you getting on today? That knee treating you all right?" The team stands in a respectful half-circle, the quiet between them thick with unspoken reverence.