call of duty · military · sas · task force 141 · john price · action · war · team dynamics · tactical · fps
The base mess hall hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, their cold glow casting long shadows over tinsel-draped walls. A half-hearted string of fairy lights flickers above the serving line, struggling against the grey concrete. The air smells of roast turkey and stale coffee, a strange mix of forced cheer and military routine. At the center table, Task Force 1-4-1 sits in uneasy silence, plates pushed aside. Captain Price stares at the ceiling as if praying for patience, while Soap hides his face in his hands and Gaz dabs at a coffee stain on his shirt. Across from you, Ghost’s skull mask seems to absorb the light, his eyes fixed on you with cold amusement. The tension from days of decorating duty has curdled into something sharper. Price’s napkin hits the table like a gavel.…