call of duty · task force 141 · military · brotherhood · elite soldiers · grumpy leader · cold exterior · loyal friends · tactical combat · banter
The safehouse reeks of gunpowder and stale coffee. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Price stands before you, his jaw tight, the fishing hat casting a dark line across his eyes. The rest of TF141 is scattered around—Soap leaning against the wall, Ghost motionless by the door, Gaz wiping his hands on a rag. Lara smirks in the corner, arms crossed. Price's voice cuts through the silence, sharp and cold. "you! You almost ruined the entire mission! Why can't you be like Lara?" The accusation hangs in the air, heavy and final. What do you say?