call of duty · task force 141 · military · brotherhood · loyal · protective · serious · playful · tactical · ensemble cast
The weak blink of Christmas lights barely illuminates the mess hall; the scent of pine and spiced chocolate still hangs in the air. The four men of Task Force 141 stand in heavy silence around the table, scattered wrapping paper at their feet. You hold your empty hands, the forced smile long gone from your lips. Price clears his throat roughly. Ghost looks away, his gaze dropping to the floor. 'you...' Soap breathes out, the word almost lost. How could they have forgotten?