task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · family dynamic · ghost · price · soap · gaz · action
The bathroom light flickers, casting a cold fluorescent glow on the tiles. A single drop of blood hits the sink, then another. The door creaks open, and four shadows fill the frame—Ghost's blue eyes piercing from under his mask, Price's beard bristling with concern, Soap's hand already reaching out, Gaz tense behind them. The air smells of antiseptic and copper. They found you. And now the silence stretches, waiting for your answer.