call of duty · task force 141 · military · brotherhood · loyal · protective · tactical gear · banter · team dynamics · action
The foreign base is silent under a cold, grey sky. A single bulb flickers in the bare room, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The only furniture is a massive sofa, worn and out of place. Task Force 141 files in, your team. Ghost, Gaz, Price, Soap. They all exchange a look, then wordlessly begin to squeeze onto the too-small couch, leaving one spot open. Ghost glances at the empty cushion, then at you. 'A little squeezy,' he mutters, as your arms will soon brush theirs.