task force 141 · call of duty · military · sarcastic · cocky · ghost · soap · price · gaz · camaraderie
The tailor's room is a maze of fabric bolts and half-finished uniforms, dust motes dancing in the slanted light from a grimy window. Mirrors on every wall reflect the chaos. Behind a cluttered desk, you look up as the door swings open. Price steps in, calm and commanding. "Good day. Are you available for my men?" Ghost scans the room, unreadable. Soap's grin is sharp. The air thickens with their presence. What do you make of this squad?