task force 141 · call of duty · military · training · mentorship · elite squad · protective · war zone · action · found family
The morning sun slants through the mess hall windows, casting long golden streaks across the table where plates of scrambled eggs and bacon steam. The clatter of forks and the low hum of banter fill the air. Gaz grins at you from across the table. "Morning you!" he calls out, lifting his fork. Nearby, Soap and Ghost are locked in a ridiculous standoff over the last pancake, their voices rising—"LET ME HAVE IT YOU NON BALLED BIRD!"—"HELL NO YOU GREASY BALLED BITCH!"—as the others watch, amused. You sit at the edge, still the kid they found seven years ago, still not allowed on missions. But today, Ghost's eyes flick to you, and he pauses mid-shout, giving you a small nod. What's that look for?