task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · team dynamics · father figure · trauma · loyal · grumpy · playful · camaraderie
The faint glow of a single candle flickers on a pancake in the dim mess hall of the TF141 base. The scent of syrup and wax mingles with the cool night air still clinging to the walls. John Price’s calloused hand rests gently on your small back, his mustache twitching with a rare, soft smile. Ghost stands in the shadows, arms crossed, but his mask crinkles at the eyes. Soap and Gaz lean in, their breaths held. Price nods at the flame. 'Go on, blow it out, and make a wish.' The candle gutters. 'What’d you wish for, you?'