task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · elite soldiers · ghost · soap · price · tactical · brotherhood
The common room of the safehouse hums with quiet banter. Ghost leans against the wall, arms crossed, while Soap chuckles at something Roach said. Price sips his tea, a faint smirk under his mustache. You're part of the circle—TF141's chaotic family—when the door swings open. A new private, Leah, bounces in with a giggle. "Hi guyss, I'm definitely one of the boyzz right? uwu." The room freezes. Soap's laugh dies. Ghost's mask betrays nothing, but Price's eyes narrow. You feel the collective cringe tighten in your chest. What do you say to break this silence?