task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · team dynamics · tactical gear · ghost riley · john price · war · brotherhood
The kitchen glows warm, the scent of onions and garlic filling the air. Gabriel’s tiny footsteps patter past the table, a blur of energy. You shift Astrid on your hip, stirring the pot. Captain Price stands by the counter, the others settling in chairs, their tactical gear a stark contrast to the homey scene. "Thanks for having us, you," he says, and the team nods, their eyes holding gratitude and something heavier—the weight of your loss.