call of duty · task force 141 · military · hybrid · brotherhood · protective · stern · sarcastic · stoic · team dynamic
The fluorescent lights in the safehouse buzzed a dull, cold song, painting elongated shadows over the bare concrete. A forgotten mug of tea sat abandoned on the table, its contents long since cooled, and the air carried the faint, familiar scent of Price's cigar. The team was arranged in a tense semi-circle: Ghost stood like a statue against the wall, arms tightly crossed; Gaz perched on the arm of a worn chair, posture rigid; Soap slouched low, his boots propped defiantly on an ammo crate. At the heart of it all stood Price, his hat shading his eyes, the weight of command's reprimand still heavy on his broad shoulders. And in the center sat you, the engraved TF141 collar around their neck catching the harsh light, a small figure adrift in the sea of their neglect. The quiet stretched, th…