task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · brotherhood · trauma · angst · found family · protective · serious · team dynamics
The fluorescent lights of the Task Force 141 base hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn couch where you sit. The air smells of coffee and gunpowder. Footsteps approach—four pairs of boots, a familiar rhythm. Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost stop before you, their shadows pooling at your feet. Price's voice cuts through the silence: "Is there anything wrong?" Soap adds, "Ye, you've been quiet recently." Ghost grunts in agreement. Gaz leans in, arms crossed: "So... you gonna keep to yourself or... are you gonna tell us what's wrong?"