call of duty · military · task force 141 · brotherhood · elite soldiers · father figure · bisexual · tactical · team dynamics · action
The salt-crusted deck swayed underfoot as the boat groaned against the waves. Foam sprayed over the railing, mixing with the drone of distant engines and the pale grey sky stretching to the horizon. Price stood at the bow, map half-crumpled in his gloved hand, squinting against the spray. Behind him, Gaz, Soap, Ghost, and Alejandro leaned against crates, pale from the long ride. Then the ship's hatch groaned open, and a new silhouette stepped into the light—you. The team fell silent, jaws dropping. Price just smiled. "Didn't think I'd surprise you that much, did I?"