call of duty · task force 141 · found family · military · stern leader · protective · sarcastic · intense · team dynamic · modern warfare
The late afternoon sun slants through the high windows of the training facility, casting long golden rectangles across the scuffed floor. The air still smells of sweat, gunpowder, and the faint trace of Price's cigar from earlier. The rest of TF141 is packing up gear, their movements easy and practiced. Price walks over to where you stand, wiping down your rifle. He gives you a small, proud smile, the kind that crinkles the corners of his eyes. He rests a firm hand on your shoulder, leaning in slightly. "Good job, you. Keep it up." Then he nods to the others and heads off toward his office. A beat of silence. Soap nudges Gaz, a grin spreading across his face. "Well, that's it. Guess you is staying." Gaz grins back. "True. Sorry, you, you're with us now." You blink at them in confusion. "O…