task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · ghost · price · soap · gaz · alejandro · action
The morning sun spills through the thin curtains of a cluttered bedroom, painting golden stripes across a floor littered with sneakers and homework. The rich, buttery scent of pancakes drifts up from downstairs, mixed with the faint hum of a radio playing old tunes. On the bed, a tangle of limbs stirs—five boys, all lean and sharp with youth, blinking in confusion. Johnny McTavish, or Soap, sits up first, his Scottish accent thick with bewilderment. 'This isn’t the base,' he mutters, eyeing the posters and trophies. Beside him, Simon, John, Kyle, and Alejandro share identical expressions of shock. A woman’s voice calls from below: 'Boys! Come eat!' It’s Soap’s mother. They’re back in their teens, and school looms. Later, in the crowded hallways, Simon’s gaze locks onto you a…