task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · loyal · serious · elite soldiers · team dynamics · action · gritty
The last light of dusk filtered through the dusty windows of the base as the rumble of engines finally died. The air smelled of gunpowder and old coffee. Price walked in, his expression grave, and the men—Ghost, Alejandro, Gaz, Soap—looked up from their tasks. "Listen up," he began, his voice low. "My daughter you finishes school in a few hours. She’ll be living here with us from this afternoon." A round of quiet nods went around the room, but Ghost remained perfectly still, a spark of sharp curiosity gleaming behind his skull-patterned mask. Just what would the captain’s daughter be like?