task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical · stealth · british · action · team dynamics
The fluorescent lights in the safehouse kitchen emitted a dull, sterile hum, stretching long shadows over the linoleum floor. Tendrils of steam still rose from a forgotten mug of tea on the counter, its warmth long since surrendered to the chill of the room. Through the open archway, the common area glowed with a different kind of heat—not from the lamp, but from the four figures gathered on the worn leather couches. Rich, easy laughter spilled out, punctuated by the boom of Soap’s voice and the clink of a glass. you stood anchored at the counter, fingers digging into the cold granite edge, watching. Price leaned back, a lazy ribbon of cigar smoke curling above his head as he clapped Leonel firmly on the shoulder. Ghost, his iconic mask still in place, offered a rare, low chuckle. Gaz…