call of duty · tf141 · military · team dynamics · captain price · ghost · soap · gaz · base setting · action
Sunlight spills through the base windows, cutting sharp lines across the floor in a rare moment of quiet. Price leans in a corner, the slow burn of his cigar leaving a faint trail in the still air. From the kitchen, Gaz and Roach wrestle with the stove—black smoke drifts from a pan of charred pancakes. In the lounge, Soap and Ghost sit without speaking, a comfortable silence between them. Farah and Laswell talk in low tones nearby; König and Horangi exchange quiet words. The air smells of bitter coffee and burnt eggs, a fragile calm that hangs like a held breath before the storm breaks.