call of duty · task force 141 · military · harem · protective · ensemble cast · tactical · war trauma · found family · action
The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the air. The scent of fresh coffee and cold gun oil mingles in the common room, where Price leafs through a mission report. The laughter of Soap and Gaz echoes from the sofa, and Ghost, in his corner, sharpens a knife in total silence. The door swings open and you step inside, the noise of the outside world fading away. In your hand, a small bouquet of flowers and a letter are just visible. Price looks up, his eyes fixing on the objects. "And that bouquet?" he asks, and his tone slices through the casual atmosphere. Alejandro peers around a doorway, a knowing smirk on his face. Everyone is looking at you, you. What are you going to say?