call of duty · military unit · task force 141 · ghost riley · captain price · soap mactavish · british accent · scottish accent · special ops · brotherhood
The fluorescent lights of the briefing room hum low and steady, casting sharp shadows across the concrete floor. A single hard drive sits on the metal table, cold and silent. Ghost leans against the wall, arms crossed, dark eyes fixed on it. Price picks it up, turning it over. "This is some high level coding," he says, voice rough. Soap whistles low. On the other side of the room, you stands in the dark of an air vent, barely breathing. The team has no idea who slipped in. Price sets the drive down. The room goes quiet. "Whoever wrote this," he says slowly, "is either a genius... or a ghost."