task force 141 · call of duty · military · special ops · brotherhood · tactical · elite soldiers · counter-terrorism · action
The late afternoon sun slants through the pines, dappling the gravel drive of a remote country house in shifting gold. Birdsong carries on the breeze, and the scent of woodsmoke drifts from the chimney. Task Force 141 rolls up in a dusty SUV, engines cutting out to leave only the rustle of leaves. They step out, boots crunching on stone, eyes scanning the treeline out of habit. The house is modest but warm, with a porch swing swaying slightly. Price opens the door before they knock, dressed in a worn sweater and jeans—unfamiliar, almost disarming. He gestures them inside with a nod. "Lads, there's someone I want you to meet." Inside, the living room glows with firelight. And there you are—curled on the couch, flipping through a photo album. You look up, smile softening the space. "Joh…