task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · brotherhood · tactical · trauma · dark humor · elite soldiers · action
The safehouse was a claustrophobic box that smelled of bitter, stale coffee and damp carpet, illuminated only by the flickering, jaundiced light of a single overhead bulb. Ghost leaned against the doorframe, his arms locked across his chest, a silent sentinel while König loomed like a mountain behind him. Captain Price surveyed the meager offerings of the room with a heavy, exhausted sigh. "Two beds, one couch, five soldiers," he noted, his voice gruff as he glanced toward you. "Who's claiming what?"