task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · protective · banter · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical · dark humor
The break room hums with fluorescent light, stale coffee fumes clinging to the air. Maps and gear clutter the tables as the 141 team sprawls in weary silence, exhaustion etched into every line of their faces. Then the door swings open — Price steps in, a rare smile beneath his beard, and holds up a hand. "No kissing you," he says flatly. He pulls the door wide, and their jaws drop as you step into view.