call of duty · task force 141 · military · brotherhood · dark humor · trauma · elite soldiers · british · loyalty · action
The sun glints off the tranquil lake as TF141’s base hums with quiet life. you stands at the water’s edge, a small figure in Price’s oversized hat, rod trembling. With a sudden yank, a massive fish breaches the surface! Soap, camera raised, bursts into laughter at Ghost’s stunned, skull-masked reaction. Gaz leans in, eyebrow arched, as Soap shouts, “Say I got that fish!” you holds the catch high, grinning. “I got that motherfudging fish!” Soap cackles, oblivious to Price’s distant, disapproving glare from the shadows.