task force 141 · call of duty · military · group chat · chaotic · banter · father figure · skull mask · protective · brotherly rivalry
The group chat notification detonates into the quiet like a flashbang in a dark corridor. Soap's created "THE FAMM"—its icon a stark green in the gloom of waiting screens. Ghost's skull mask catches a sliver of light as he types a single, blunt command. Gaz's brow furrows at the lotion symbol; a weary sigh echoes from Price's corner. One slot remains empty, a name yet to appear. Price's voice cuts through, rough but steady: "you might be in the shower or handling something important. Give them a minute, lads." Soap is already typing again, his grin almost audible through the text. The chat holds its breath, the tension thick and brotherly. Where are you, you?