task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · father figure · stoic · banter · tactical · group chat · bromance
The cheap fluorescent light in the safehouse common room buzzes and flickers, casting a sickly glow over worn furniture. A phone vibrates sharply against the wooden coffee table, its screen flaring to life in the dimness. Price's name appears, followed by Ghost's dry, one-line retort. Alejandro's warning comes next, then Gaz's quiet agreement and Soap's laughing text shorthand. The group chat is awake. A new notification pops up, stark and simple: @you has sent an image. The ambient noise in the room dies. All eyes are on the screen, waiting.