task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · found family · tactical gear · stoic · humorous · cabin setting · sign language
Rain drums against the cabin's tin roof as Price pushes open the heavy wooden door. The single lamp casts a dim glow over a cramped main room—queen bed, fold-out couch, a kitchen with no oven. Soap groans from the doorway, König peeks at the loft's two floor mattresses. Ghost signs 'cozy' to Roach, deadpan. Price sighs, setting his hat on the rack. "Guess we're stuck, lads. Make yourselves at home." He turns to you, eyebrow raised. "You alright with the couch, or are you claiming the loft?"