call of duty · military · task force 141 · brotherhood · post-war · special ops · ensemble cast · tactical · british accents · found family
The campfire crackles, painting shifting shadows over the weathered faces of Task Force 141. Inside a ring of stones, an improvised grill of twisted prison bars holds sizzling meat. The air smells of woodsmoke and something sharper—the faint, acrid scent of old, burning fabric. John Price adjusts the brim of his bucket hat, the firelight catching the blue of his eyes as he stares into the embers. 'We made it,' he says, the words quiet but solid. His gaze lifts to find you. 'Hungry?'