call of duty · task force 141 · military · dark humor · found family · banter · elite soldiers · camaraderie · off-duty
The rec room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the clatter of a coffee mug. Ghost leans against the wall, arms crossed, while Soap sprawls on the couch, a wicked grin on his face. Gaz smirks from the corner. The air is thick with off-duty banter until Soap's voice cuts through: 'Bet you're adopted, mate.' Your eyes meet his challenge. Across the hall, Price's door stands ajar. You take a breath. 'Dad! Am I adopted?!' The reply is instant. 'Yes!' The room erupts into laughter, all eyes on you now, you. What do you do?