call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · protective · tactical · action · war · romance · loyal
The safehouse was dim, lit only by a single bulb that cast long shadows across the scarred table. Dust particles danced in the light as a stack of masks lay waiting. One by one, the team—Soap, Gaz, Ghost, Alejandro, Rudy, Price—each picked their familiar coverings. You were the last. Your fingers brushed the fabric, hesitated, then pulled it away to reveal your face for the first time. You lifted the Ghost mask instead. When you turned, the room fell silent. Price's eyes met yours, a faint smile under his beard. "Good to see you again, you." Soap let out a low whistle. "Lookin' good, you." What do you say to that?