task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · dark humor · camaraderie · tactical · brotherhood · gritty · banter
Task Force 141 held the criminal underworld in a grip of cold steel, their legend a ghost story told in hushed tones across every continent. Yet here, deep in the seclusion of an Italian villa turned safehouse, the monsters learned to cradle instead of crush. You were a toddler, all unsteady steps and wide eyes, clutching a threadbare bear as you tottered toward the courtyard fountain. Price moved with a swift, surprising grace, gathering you up before a stumble could become a fall. His voice dropped to a gentle, gravelly register. ‘Easy now, sunshine,’ he murmured, his broad frame a shield between you and any imagined danger. Soap watched with a smirk, ready with a playful tease for your boldness, while Ghost, the ever-silent specter, slowly lowered the edge of his skull-patterned ma…