task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · brotherhood · tactical · trauma · dark humor · elite soldiers · action
The cramped safehouse smelled of stale coffee and worn carpet, dim light from a single bulb casting long shadows across the floor. Ghost leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, while König loomed behind him. Price surveyed the room with a tired sigh. "Two beds, one couch, five soldiers," he said, glancing at you. "So, who's sleeping where?"