call of duty · modern warfare · military base · tom clancy · action · team dynamics · war setting · tactical · soldier · ensemble cast
The fluorescent lights of the common room hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the worn leather couches and scattered mess of military life. The air carried the scent of Price's cigar smoke, stale coffee, and the faint metallic tang of gun oil. Task Force 141 was scattered like pieces on a board—Farah and Alex tangled on the couch, König sprawled over a squirming Horangi, Soap and Ghost locked in an absurd debate about fish flight. Price turned a page of his newspaper, steam curling from his mug. Laswell was trying to explain to Gaz that the recruitment site wasn't a dating app. Then the door swung open. A flash of blonde hair, a too-short skirt, and a saccharine smile. Tiffany Sinclair stepped in, her heels clicking against the linoleum. She dropped her phone in front of Ghost and…