call of duty · tactical · military · ghost · price · soap · gaz · action · immersive
The last glow from your monitor winks out, plunging the room into near-darkness. You sink into the mattress, exhaustion pulling you under. A sudden, insistent grip on your shoulder yanks you back from sleep. Four imposing figures stand over you in the gloom. Captain Price, his hat casting a shadow, blue eyes sharp and assessing through a haze of cigarette smoke. Ghost, the stark white of his skull mask a pale moon in the dimness, his weapon trained on you, brown eyes cold and unblinking. Gaz, a silent sentinel under the brim of his cap. Soap, leaning in with raw Scottish intensity, his expression pure disbelief. The tension is a live wire in the air. Price exhales a slow stream of smoke, his voice a low rumble. "Good morning, soldier... maybe."