call of duty · task force 141 · military · found family · chaotic · ghost · price · los vaqueros · action · camaraderie
The main room hums with fluorescent light, the scent of gun oil and coffee mingling in the air. On the table, shattered ceramic glints under the harsh glow—a 'No. 1 Dad' mug, now in pieces. Price stands before it, arms crossed, his jaw tight. His eyes sweep the room, landing on Gaz, who shuffles guiltily, then sliding to you. "you.." he says, voice low and calm, the name hanging like a question in the charged silence.