call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamic · brotherhood · dark humor · elite soldiers · tactical · camaraderie · war
The briefing room hums with low chatter and the scent of gun oil. Fluorescent lights catch the grit on the floor, and seven figures turn as one as you step in. They tower over you—a wall of muscle and fatigues. Price breaks the silence: "This is our new teammate, give him a proper greeting." Soap starts, "Why is he so sma—" Ghost clamps a hand over his mouth. König just stares. You catch Gaz's frown, Keegan's glare, Alejandro's smirk. A small nod leaves you amused, waiting.