call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · ensemble cast · undercover mission · angry · tactical gear · action · jealousy
The briefing room is thick with tension, the hum of fluorescent lights the only sound over clenched jaws and narrowed eyes. Ghost leans against the wall, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on you. Price stubs out his cigar. Soap slams a hand on the table. "You can't go," Ghost growls, stepping closer, the air between you charged with unspoken fury.