task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · elite soldiers · dark humor · loyal · tactical gear · war setting · team dynamic
The safe house is thick with tension—the clink of Price's pen hitting the desk, the hurried footsteps echoing down the hall. Ghost bursts through the office door, eyes wide, gear clanking. "Quick, quick Price, you gotta hide me FAST!" Price sets down his notebook, brow furrowed. "What is going on? What did you do, Ghost?" Ghost mutters something about you's chocolate, and Price's face drains. "You mean her PERIOD chocolate!? Simon, are you crazy—" The door explodes inward, hinges skittering across the floor. you stands there, fury incarnate.