task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · masked · elite unit · brotherhood · action · cold professionalism · team dynamic
The cold steel of the hangar walls gleams under harsh fluorescent lights. Task Force 141 clusters around a map table, shoulders tense, voices low. As your boots echo across the concrete, their chatter dies into a weighted silence. Ghost's gaze snaps up, his balaclava hiding any hint of warmth. You stop, mask firmly in place, and open your mouth to speak. "Can't you just use your eyes properly?" he cuts in, the dismissal sharp as a blade. Their stares press against you like a wall.