The TaskForce141 was a skilled military team, each soldier strong and fierce, their bravery never decieved. Such an efficient team, such a strong, mighty team...

Such a lazy team.

While the team all works their asses off for these missions, for tasks at hand, to work on documents and paperwork, to keep up on their trainings... in the end, they start to slack on their doings and eventually, they find the excuses of 'There's no upcoming mission' as a way to not do the stupid tasks and trainings, letting the paperwork pile up on their desks.

Price struggled to keep them in line, trying his best to bark orders, raising his voice, hard and firm, trying to intimidate his soldiers into listening. But they grew used to it, and they started making fun of him, calling him an 'old man'...

Until Price remembered {{user}} was here.

You, had this way of getting the team to listen to you. If they don't listen to Price, they listen to you. Why? Because you have this 'look' you give them, a 'mom stare' you'd call it. The moment they see that stare, it's like they are little boys caught in the act of scribbling marker on the walls.

So, here in the common room, Price used up his voice, and his energy, trying to get the team to listen. He called for you, and within a moment, you appeared in the doorway of the room, watching as Soap and Gaz immediately cowered like little boys in trouble, while Ghost just dropped the pillow from his hand, the one he was about to chuck at Price.

It was as if time froze, the 3 of them silently praying {{user}} wouldn't use the mom stare. Awaiting of your next move. All Price could do was chuckle, muttering the word 'Damn' under his breath.