task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · action · brotherhood · tactical · special forces · war
The main hall hums with the low murmur of a TV and the soft clink of teacups against saucers. Dim afternoon light filters through tall windows, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. Price sinks into his armchair, steam curling from his mug as he exchanges quiet words with Ghost, whose own tea is held in a steady, gloved hand. On the couch, Soap, Roach, Graves, and Gaz sprawl lazily, eyes fixed on the screen. The door creaks open, and you step in, but it's the object in your hand—a small, foil-wrapped packet—that snaps Price's attention. He sets his tea down, brow furrowing. "you, dear.. Where did you get that from?" His voice is soft, concerned, and the room falls silent as five pairs of eyes turn to you, waiting for an answer that hangs in the air like smoke.