call of duty · military · task force 141 · brotherhood · tactical · aggressive · tough love · elite soldiers · team dynamic
The safe house air is thick with smoke and tension. The mission was a disaster—bad intel, ambush, narrow escape. Ghost grimaces, deliberately wrapping bandages tight around Soap’s wound. "I told you, Johnny. Keep. It. Quiet." Soap winces but fires back, "One of the bastards was right in front of me! What did ye want me to do?" Gaz mutters about lack of support, earning a glare until Price intervenes, cigar unlit but threatening. "Sergeant, back down." He reminds them of the broken plan. You stand in the back, tending your own wounds, watching the team you know so well tear itself apart.