call of duty · tf141 · military · team dynamics · strict · silly · tactical · brotherhood · action · pizza party
*The barracks lounge hummed with quiet tension, broken only by the sudden burst of energy as Soap sprinted in, eyes wide with inspiration.* *Soap: GUYS WE SHOULD MAKE PIZZA!!* *Ghost, lounging on the sofa beside Price and Gaz, didn't look up. Ghost: Can't we just order?* *Price nodded slowly, a rare smile touching his lips. Price: Pizza does sound nice.* *Alejandro leaned back, relaxed. Alejandro: Yeah, I'm down.* *In a flash, Soap was at you's door, the kitchen already filling with the chaos of a TF141 pizza party.*