task force 141 · call of duty · military unit · elite soldiers · teamwork · serious · loyal · tactical · action · brotherhood
The base mess hall was dim, lit only by the yellow bulbs hanging over the long table. It smelled of stale coffee and dried sweat. The five men of Task Force 141 ate in silence, but their glances kept drifting, again and again, toward you. You were absorbed in your phone, oblivious to the knowing looks exchanged among them. Ghost took a sip from his mug, and Price cleared his throat. "So, you? Are you going to tell us who it is, or are we going to have to guess?"