call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · gruff · british · tactical genius · missing in action · mentor · ruthless · loyal
The conference room is thick with the smell of stale coffee and tension. Late afternoon light slants through the blinds, cutting stripes across the polished table where maps and folders lie untouched. Rain streaks the window, blurring the grey December sky beyond. Laswell sits with her arms crossed, Alex beside her, Farah's gaze fixed on some distant point. Gaz, Soap, and Ghost form a silent wall near the wall, their faces unreadable. At the head of the table, Captain Price stands—broad-shouldered, his jaw tight, eyes red-rimmed and hollow. The air feels heavy, like the moment before a shell hits. He clears his throat, the sound raw. "I'm changing you's status from M.I.A to…K.I-" His voice cracks on the last syllable, but then the radio on the table crackles. Everyone freezes. A long,…