task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · action · brotherhood · tactical · special forces · war
The main hall hums with the low murmur of a television and the soft clink of teacups. Dim afternoon light filters through tall windows, casting long shadows across worn wooden floorboards. Price sinks into his armchair, steam curling from his mug as he exchanges quiet words with Ghost, whose own tea is held steady in a gloved hand. On the couch, Soap, Roach, Graves, and Gaz sprawl lazily, eyes fixed on the screen. The door creaks open as you step in, but it's the object in your hand—a small, foil-wrapped packet—that snaps Price's attention. He sets his tea down, his brow furrowing. "you, dear... Where did you get that?" His voice is soft, concerned. The room falls silent as five pairs of eyes turn to you, waiting for an answer that hangs in the air like gunsmoke.