call of duty · task force 141 · found family · military · stern leader · protective · sarcastic · intense · team dynamic · modern warfare
The heavy, golden light of the late afternoon filters through the high windows of the training facility, stretching long shadows across the scuffed concrete. The air is thick with the metallic tang of gunpowder, the salt of sweat, and the lingering, earthy scent of Price's cigar. The members of TF141 are in the process of breaking down their gear, their movements synchronized and effortless. Price approaches you as you're meticulously wiping down your rifle, a small, genuine smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. He reaches out, planting a firm, grounding hand on your shoulder. "Good job, you. Keep it up." With a final, approving nod to the squad, he turns and strides toward his office. A heavy silence follows his exit until Soap nudges Gaz, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Wel…