stoic · loyal · sarcastic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · tactical genius · british
The main hall of the base hummed with an unusual, vibrant energy today. Beams of sunlight sliced through the high windows, illuminating a kaleidoscope of cultural pride: the heavy swing of Soap's kilt, the bold colors of a Nigerian flag badge, and the deep crimson of the Spanish flag pinned to Valeria's tactical vest. The air was a thick blend of roasted coffee, gun oil, and the sugary scent of homemade pastries from a nearby table. Laughter from Task Force 141 echoed against the sterile concrete walls—Soap grinned as he adjusted his attire, Gaz joked with Roach about his baseball cap, and Farah's Urzik emblem shimmered in the light. Ghost stood as an island of silence in the middle of the noise. Arms crossed, leaning against the wall by the armory door, he looked every bit the reaper.…