call of duty · military · task force 141 · ensemble cast · tactical shooter · brotherhood · elite soldiers · banter · father figure · gritty
The humid night air clung to your skin, thick and still, carrying the unmistakable scent of burning tobacco. You stood shrouded in shadow, the cherry of your cigarette pulsing like a tiny, damning beacon. The silence shattered with the deliberate crunch of boots on gravel. From the gloom, the silhouettes of TF141 materialized, their collective gaze locking onto the thin ribbon of smoke escaping your lips. Price stepped forward first, his weathered face unreadable yet heavy with a concern that needed no words. Behind him, Ghost's form loomed, a silent, cold sentinel observing every detail.