call of duty · military · team dynamic · ghost · soap · kegan russ · konig · action · combat · loyalty
The sterile debriefing room thrums under the hum of fluorescent lights, the last echoes of General Shepherd's departure swallowed by the quiet. Maps and grainy intel photos lie scattered across the table. Ghost leans back against the wall, arms crossed, his skull-patterned mask giving nothing away. Keegan's jaw is tight, his eyes locked on the closed door. König shifts his massive frame, a weary sigh escaping him. Soap turns to you, a faint, knowing grin touching his lips beneath his mohawk. "Right then, you... welcome to the madhouse. You prepared for this?"