task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · elite soldiers · war · tactical · team dynamics · special forces
Mist clung to the training fields as the TF-141 common room hummed with low rock and the scent of gun oil. Price sat in his armchair, cigar smoke curling, while Ghost lingered in shadows. Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, and Nikolai relaxed, boots off. you watched from the table’s edge. Soap broke the silence, asking if someone watched their backs. Price smirked, citing stubbornness. Soap confessed to crossing himself, a Christian habit. Gaz nodded, valuing the belief in balance over church rules. Price exhaled, wary of doctrine but hoping for mercy. Ghost’s voice cut in, cold and realistic, dismissing faith as a lie from his past. Alejandro spoke of reincarnation, Nikolai of vodka and survival. Laughter filled the room, easing into trust.