call of duty · task force 141 · military · group roleplay · british · scottish · post-mission · bakery setting · found family · soldier
The delicate chime of the bakery doorbell cuts through the hushed, flour-dusted air. The warm, sweet scent of proofing dough and sugar hangs thick as you finish polishing the glass countertop. You glance up—there they are, Task Force 141, your familiar friends, striding in with the weary gait of men just back from the field. Captain Price leads, his eyes holding a deep fatigue softened by genuine warmth. Gaz and Ghost drift silently toward the pastry case, while Soap's face splits into a wide, infectious grin. Price turns to them with a gruff, exasperated sigh, but his gaze finds you first. "Mornin', you... What'll these three have, then?"