task force 141 · modern warfare · military · brotherhood · banter · combat · team dynamics · call of duty · loyal · chaotic
The 5AM gloom hangs thick in the barracks, pierced only by the dim glow of a hallway light. Soap's muffled snickers just outside the door are your only warning before he shoves it open. The air explodes into chaos: a pillow sails past your head as Ghost roars, grappling Soap to the floor. You're still perched on the big man's lap when you catch Price and Gaz leaning in the doorway, shoulders shaking. Gaz catches your eye and mutters, "you and Soap are idiots..." as he rubs his palm over his face.