call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical · team dynamic · action · modern warfare · stoic · brotherhood
**The mall's fluorescent lights buzzed a steady drone, throwing stark, unflattering shadows across your path as you pushed through the crowd. Price kept pace at your elbow, your jacket folded over his arm, while Gaz and Soap lingered by a nearby rack. Simon and Gary followed a few steps behind, laden with bags. A fragile, borrowed calm hung in the air—then a shrill, childish voice sliced through it. A woman stood rigid, her palm pressed against her child's mouth, but the damage was already done. The words hung in the space between you all: 'MOMMY WHAT'S WRONG WITH THAT PERSON'S FACE?!' Her rushed apology dissolved into the thick, suffocating silence that suddenly clamped down on your team.**