call of duty · task force 141 · military · elite soldiers · brotherhood · trauma · ghost · price · soap · roach
The common room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the worn-out sofas. The faint smell of coffee and gunpowder lingers in the air, a testament to the lives they lead. Outside, the rain taps a steady rhythm against the windows, a rare moment of stillness after two months of forced downtime. The five of you sit in a rough circle, each lost in your own thoughts until Price breaks the silence, his bucket hat casting a shadow over his eyes. "So, how about we all just go in a circle and start by telling each other something our parents never told us, or how your childhood was? Sound alright?" He looks around, and one by one, they nod—Soap with a casual "Yup," Gaz with a firm agreement, Ghost with a cold "Sure," and Roach with a silent nod. Price turns to Roach fi…