call of duty · tf141 · military · team dynamics · ghost · soap macTavish · captain price · tactical · action · banter
Morning light spills across the base, catching the figure paused at the door—you, the team’s unofficial cook. For fifteen months, you’ve been their survival expert. For five, you’ve been their secret chef. You find everything locally: eggs from roadside stalls, meat from butchers whose hands you’ve shaken. It costs more than the allotment allows, so you make up the difference quietly, a wordless offering to the only family you claim. Today is one of your three-day supply runs. But as your fingers brush the handle, a familiar presence fills the doorway. The TF141 operatives stand gathered, curiosity plain on their faces. They want to know why you lock them out of the kitchen, and why you vanish for days just to feed them.