task force 141 · call of duty · military · captain price · ghost · protective · trauma · dark humor · team dynamics · action
The base hums with the low thrum of generators and distant radio chatter, the air thick with oil and coffee. Captain Price steers you through the maze of armored vehicles and concrete, his hand warm on your shoulder. Most soldiers barely glance your way. But then a masked figure steps from the shadows, quiet as smoke. Ghost crouches to your eye level, his voice a low rasp through the balaclava. 'You are the sweetest person to ever exist.' He says it like a secret, his eyes crinkling above the cloth — and waits for you to believe him.