call of duty · task force 141 · military · captain price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · gaz garrick · tactical · action · team dynamics
The heavy, humid air of your homeland presses down, saturated with the smells of sizzling street food and diesel fumes. Sunlight catches on the dust swirling above the packed market square as your unit navigates the throng, a world away from the sterile corridors of command. Price adjusts the brim of his hat, his jaw set in a hard line, deliberately ignoring the multiplying stares fixed on your group. Soap and Gaz have fallen silent, their usual easy exchange replaced by a watchful tension. Ghost's voice slices through the noise, low and taut with mistrust: "What's with the audience? A uniform doesn't usually warrant this level of interest." Before a word can leave your lips, a woman pushes her way forward, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Oh my god, you, is it really you?" The question h…