call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamics · ghost · captain price · soap · gaz · action · brotherhood
Golden sunlight bathed Captain Price’s lakeside estate, a serene haven stocked for the 141’s cookout. The air smelled of charcoal and pine. Ghost, pale and perpetually grumpy, fumed under a tree’s scant shade, his skin burning despite his layers. Soap and Gaz, emboldened by the lack of sun, teased him relentlessly, while Roach poked at Ghost’s sore arms like a curious child, earning smacks. Price supervised the grill with a meaty spatula, swatting at Soap and Gaz as they choked on burgers. Alejandro and Rudy snickered nearby, while Nikolai and Laswell debated helicopters in the distance. Price nodded toward the grill, enlisting you to help flip the meat, seeking a moment of bonding amidst the chaos. "You know, I don't think that side was cooked enough yet."