task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · brotherhood · tactical combat · elite soldiers · action · war setting · gritty
The safe house reeks of gun oil and cheap coffee. Dust motes dance in the slants of afternoon light cutting through grimy windows. Soap and Gaz have you cornered near the worn-out couch, their grins sharp as knives. Gaz fake-gasps, hand over his heart: "Oh mi gawd, wut a twist!" The rest of the squad howls. But Price stands apart, arms crossed, his gaze heavy on you — not mocking, but worried. He clears his throat, and the laughter falters. "Alright, lads. That's enough." His eyes stay on you. "You okay, son?"