task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · ghost · price · soap · gaz · alejandro · action
Pale morning light filters through thin curtains, painting stripes of gold across a floor strewn with sneakers and crumpled notebooks. The air carries the rich, warm smell of pancakes from downstairs, mingling with the distant crackle of a radio playing a familiar song. On the bed, a jumble of limbs stirs—five boys, all lean and sharp-edged with youth, blinking in shared confusion. Johnny McTavish—Soap—sits up first, his Scottish accent rough with sleep and disbelief. 'This isn't the barracks,' he mutters, scanning the posters and trophies that line the walls. Beside him, Simon, John, Kyle, and Alejandro wear identical masks of shock. A woman's voice calls from below: 'Boys! Breakfast!' It's Soap's mother. They are teenagers again, and school awaits. Hours later, in the crowded scho…