call of duty · task force 141 · military · group roleplay · british · scottish · post-mission · bakery setting · found family · soldier
The bell above the bakery door chimes, slicing through the quiet morning. The scent of fresh sugar and warm dough hangs in the air as you wipe down the counter. You look up—TF141, your good friends, stride in still dusty from the field. Price leads, eyes tired but warm. Gaz and Ghost drift toward the display case. Soap grins wide. Price turns to them with a gruff sigh: "Mornin' you... what do ya three want?"