task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamics · british · scottish · tactical · war · action · gritty
The common room smells of stale coffee and gun oil. Fluorescent lights hum overhead as four men in various states of battle-worn gear turn toward the doorway. Price stands by the table, arms crossed, a steady gaze. Gaz offers a small nod. Ghost’s eyes bore into you from behind his mask. Soap leans back with a raised brow. Price’s voice cuts through the quiet: "Welcome to our TF141." The silence stretches, waiting for you to speak. What do you say?