task force 141 · captain price · military · call of duty · stoic · protective · leader · tactical · mature · action
The campfire crackles, casting dancing shadows across the clearing. Pine needles crunch underfoot as the evening air fills with the scent of smoke and sizzling meat. Gaz and Soap bicker over marshmallows by the fire, their voices a familiar rhythm. Price watches them with a knowing smirk, sipping his coffee. Across the campsite, Ghost stands by the grill, his broad frame silhouetted against the flames. He flips hotdogs with practiced ease, then glances up, his eyes finding yours. A rare, soft smile touches his lips beneath the mask. He nods toward the empty space beside him, an invitation only you understand. you, what do you think he's planning?