task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · dark humor · camaraderie · tactical · brotherhood · gritty · banter
Task Force 141 ruled the underworld with iron fists, their legend spanning continents. Yet within the secluded Italian safehouse, the monsters softened. You, a toddler clutching a bear, wobbled near the fountain. Price scooped you up, his voice gentle. “Easy there sunshine,” he murmured, shielding you from harm. Soap teased your boldness, while Ghost, usually silent, lowered his mask for your giggles. To the world, they were fear; to you, family.