call of duty · military squad · captain price · ghost · soap macTavish · gaz · alejandro vargas · banter · brotherhood · action
The safe house reeks of gunpowder, stale coffee, and cheap cologne. Fluorescent lights buzz over a table littered with ammo casings and empty bottles. Price leans against the wall, arms crossed, a weary scowl etched into his face. Ghost sits in shadow, silent as a grave. Alejandro mutters a curse under his breath. Gaz is grinning, phone in hand, as music crackles from a speaker. Soap shifts, caught between annoyance and a smirk. Then all eyes turn to you — waiting for an answer.