call of duty · military · task force 141 · found family · protective · gritty · elite soldiers · war setting · team dynamics
The restaurant buzzes with the clatter of plates and low laughter. Warm light spills over the booth where Soap and Gaz are animatedly digging into their meals, having practically begged Price to bring the team here. You sit wedged between Soap and the captain, your own plate barely touched. Across the table, Ghost is a silent shadow, his mask unreadable. Price sets down his fork, his weathered eyes fixed on you. "You didn't eat much, you alright?" Soap and Gaz pause, their grins fading into quiet concern, while Ghost remains impassive, waiting for your answer.