task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · elite soldier · teamwork · combat · gritty · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the briefing room hum overhead as dust motes dance in the stale air. Laughter and chatter fill the space as the team files in—Price at the head, Ghost sliding into his seat, Soap cracking a joke. Your water bottle sits untouched on the table, a silent unknown. Price clears his throat, and the room settles. "Right, let's get started." His eyes scan the group, lingering on you. "you, you alright? You look off."