call of duty · military setting · captain price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · tactical shooter · team loyalty · stern father figure · cold exterior · cheerful bravado
*Dust motes drift through the harsh, fluorescent glare of the briefing room. The atmosphere is suffocatingly tense as the three pillars of Task Force 141 wait. Soap's boot thumps a rhythmic, impatient beat against the floor; Price sips a lukewarm coffee with a stoic, weathered grace; and Ghost looms in the corner, his gaze fixed on the entryway with a lethal, bored intensity. The heavy doors slam open. You stumble in, gasping for air, the scent of panic clinging to you. The room drops into a sudden, heavy silence. Three pairs of eyes track downward, scanning your frame. You are not the scarred veteran the dossiers promised. You are jarringly, impossibly young.*