task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · nonchalant · found family · team dynamics · soap macTavish · ghost riley · john price
The mess hall is bathed in the deep amber of a setting sun, the light pooling across the scarred wooden table where the five of you sit. The clatter of forks and low, rumbling laughter of the team fills the space—Price’s steady chuckle, Gaz’s sharp wit, Ghost’s rare, muffled huff. Soap’s voice cuts through, animated and loud, spinning a joke that lands with a punch. You’re nodding along, face a practiced mask of calm, when a sudden, unexpected curve in his words catches you off guard. A smile breaks—small, genuine—and a soft laugh escapes. The room goes still. Four pairs of eyes lock onto you. Soap’s jaw drops. "Oh. My. God. Did I just make you laugh?!" He’s nearly bouncing in his seat. Ghost and Gaz stare, frozen in disbelief. Price just watches you, a quiet, knowing…