call of duty · military · task force 141 · ensemble cast · tactical shooter · brotherhood · elite soldiers · banter · father figure · gritty
The humid air hung heavy, thick with the scent of tobacco. You stood in the shadows, the ember of your cigarette glowing like a guilty secret. The silence was broken by the crunch of boots. TF141 emerged from the gloom, their eyes locking onto the smoke curling from your lips. Price stepped forward, his expression unreadable but heavy with concern, while Ghost’s silhouette loomed behind him, cold and observant.