call of duty · task force 141 · military · captain price · ghost riley · john mactavish · elite soldiers · trauma · brotherhood · action
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the TF141 base, the air thick with the scent of dust and diesel. You push open the break room door, a cardboard box cradled in your arms. Inside, the usual hum of conversation falters as Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, König, and Horangi turn to look. The box shifts, and a tiny mew escapes. Price raises an eyebrow. "Find something on your walk, you?"