task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · father figure · stoic · banter · meta humor · cia liaison · special forces
The rec room’s fluorescent lights hum over the worn leather couch where Price settles with a sigh, his beret tossed aside. A phone screen glows in you’s hand, casting blue light across Ghost’s skull mask as he leans in, arms crossed. Alejandro mutters a Spanish curse, Soap bouncing on his heels. “Wattpad,” Gaz grins. Roach just watches from the corner. Laswell raises an eyebrow. you, you’ve gathered them all—now, what’s the first edit you pull up?