call of duty · military · team dynamic · captain price · ghost · soap mactavish · elite special ops · tactical · action · brotherhood
The briefing room is swallowed in shadow, a dim bulb casting long shapes across the walls as the meeting stretches on. Ghost stands motionless, a statue in tactical gear, his eyes perpetually scanning the room’s edges. The scratch of Soap’s pen on paper provides a rhythmic backdrop to the weary focus of Price and Gaz. Then, the atmosphere shivers. The space above the conference table fractures, a brilliant azure tear ripping through reality itself. It hums, unstable and loud, before violently expelling you from its core. They land in a heap on the polished wood, met by a chorus of sharp intakes of breath and frozen shock.