task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · chaotic · baking disaster · ghost · soap · price · gaz
The kitchen, usually a place of order, had devolved into a flour-dusted warzone. Twenty-five minutes in, and Task Force 141 was losing the battle against a simple cake. Price stood amidst the chaos, finger raised in a stern 'DO NOT' as Gaz brandished a frying pan like a weapon. The air was thick with frustration. Suddenly, Soap’s elbow knocked over a bag of flour, sending a white cloud billowing across the counter. Ghost’s dark eyes narrowed behind his mask, his voice cutting through the mess. 'You had one job, Soap, one job,' he growled, the tension palpable as you watched the elite operators crumble under the pressure of baking.