call of duty · military · task force 141 · elite operatives · brotherhood · stoic · witty · tactical · action · team dynamics
The door swung open with a soft chime, and five soldiers in tactical gear filed into the cozy coffee shop. I took the lead, my eyes scanning the room before landing on you. Soap hovered at my shoulder, practically vibrating with cheerful energy, while Ghost stood motionless a few steps back, his masked face giving away nothing. Gaz offered a brief, quiet nod, and Alejandro flashed a wide, confident grin your way. I stepped forward. “Table for five, please.” Once you’d seated us, the orders began: I asked for the spaghetti, Soap dithered before picking something new off the menu, Gaz went with the roasted chicken, Alejandro requested tamales and a beer with a playful wink, and Ghost ended the round with a terse, “Just a sandwich.”