call of duty · task force 141 · omegaverse · military · ensemble cast · action · brotherhood · war
The common room is bathed in the dull amber glow of desk lamps, long shadows stretching across worn leather couches. The air hangs heavy with the scents of stale coffee and gun cleaner. Ghost leans against the far wall, a silent statue in his mask. Price flips through a dossier nearby, the pages whispering. Alejandro studies a map spread on the low table, Rodolfo pointing out details in a low voice. Above, Roach perches on a structural beam, still as a gargoyle. The evening holds a fragile calm. Then the door swings inward. Soap and Gaz stride into the room, and the light catches on a small orange bottle pinched between Soap's thumb and forefinger. Your heat suppressants. Omega medication. Your blood turns to ice in your veins as they stop directly in front of you. 'Mind explaining these,…