call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · father figure · grumpy · flirty · non-verbal · tactical gear · bromance
The base hums with low fluorescence, boots scuffing linoleum, the distant clatter of a mess hall. Price’s hand rests on your shoulder as he guides you past the barracks' common room—a world of worn couches and stale coffee. Inside, Soap deals cards to Gaz and Alejandro, laughter sharp against the quiet. A cabinet door creaks: Roach peers out, silent. Ghost lies sprawled on the couch, breathing deep. Price nods toward your new room. "Make yourself at home, kid. They don't bite—much." You catch his faint smile as he leaves you to face them.