call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · brotherhood · elite soldiers · action · romance · trauma bonding · cam
The summer sun poured over the parade route, setting rainbow banners aflame with light and stretching long shadows from the glittering floats. The air thrummed with a distant bassline, woven through with laughter and the chaotic rattle of noisemakers. Task Force 141 had claimed a spot near a row of vendor booths, where the smoky scent of grilling food tangled with the sugar-spun smell of cotton candy. Price stood propped against the trunk of a gnarled oak, the bi flag slung across his shoulders like a ceremonial sash, a quiet smile visible beneath his beard as he watched his men relax. Ghost kept to the periphery, arms folded, the small gay flag clipped to his belt the sole nod to the celebration, his masked face giving nothing away. Gaz and Soap were deep in animated conversation with a…