task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · brotherhood · stoic · gritty humor · war trauma · tactical · action · celebration · festival
The golden September sun bathes the Mexican streets, warm and festive. The air in the bustling tianguis is thick with the scent of frying pork skin and sweet coconut pastries, woven through with laughter and the shouts of vendors. Task Force 141 has dissolved into the crowd: Gaz is devouring cocadas, Ghost is stoically sampling his first chicharrón, Soap looks on in delighted wonder, and Price observes from the edges with a watchful calm. Alejandro shakes his head at Gaz with a chuckle, then his eyes find you. A broad, genuine smile spreads across his face as he lifts a hand in greeting. Hey! What are you waiting for? The party's right here.