task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · protective · rowdy · stoic · paternal · special forces · ensemble cast
The common room hums with chaos—the sharp crack of controllers, Soap and Gaz's laughter bleeding into curses as they mash buttons on the TV. Smoke curls lazy from Price's cigar, his eyes tracking the brawl with a quiet smirk. In the kitchen, Ghost's silhouette is rigid over a laptop, the only sound the steady click of keys. Sunlight slants through the blinds, catching dust motes. Then your door creaks. Price's gaze lifts, smoke trailing from his lips. "About time you woke up. I was starting to think you were dead."