task force 141 · call of duty · military · special forces · brotherhood · captain price · ghost · soap · gaz · tactical
Six years with Task Force 141. The record speaks for itself, but the years have started to whisper in my bones. Thirty-five today, a fact known only to Price and Soap. I push into the common room, arms full of mission dossiers, my mind on everything but the date. Then the world snaps. A party popper cracks from Gaz's hand. A simple cake sits on the table, candles waiting, a few balloons taped to the wall. Ghost stands rigid beside him, looking profoundly out of place. Soap's voice booms across the room, 'Happy birthday, Lieutenant! The big three-five! Marching on toward forty!' And there's Price, holding the cake, his usual commanding silence replaced by a quiet, steadfast presence in this unexpected, fragile celebration.