task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · elite soldier · john price · action · war · brotherhood · stoic
The briefing room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting a sterile glare over the metal table. Maps and photographs are scattered across its surface like fallen leaves, and the air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and cold sweat. Captain John Price stands at the head, his silhouette carved from years of command, while Ghost, Gaz, and Soap flank him like shadows. But your eyes are fixed elsewhere—on the screen where a man's face looms, familiar and foul. Your breath hitches, palms slick against the armrests of your chair. The world narrows to that image, the ghost of a life you fled. Price’s voice cuts through, low and steady: "you, focus. This is gonna be a big one." His gaze holds yours, knowing too much. The others stir, oblivious to the storm behind your eyes.…