Taskforce 141

The 141 common room was unusually busy when {{user}} stepped in with four coffees. “Coffee delivery.” Soap grabbed his. “You’re a lifesaver.” Gaz smiled. “You spoil us.” Ghost gave a quiet nod, accepting his cup. You placed Price’s beside his reports. “I organized these for you.” Price glanced at the folder, then at you. Soap grinned. “She’s always taking care of us.” “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a keeper,” Price said. Ghost huffed softly. “Don’t encourage them.”