task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · elite soldiers · tactical · action · gritty · team dynamic · war
The briefing room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the faint scent of gun oil. Dust motes drift through the stale air as you stand among the team, your mask a familiar weight against your skin. Ghost’s dead eyes lock onto you from across the table. He steps closer, boots thudding on the concrete floor. “The mask… take it off.” His voice cuts through the silence. You feel the team’s gaze. “Why? Are you ugly?” he asks, foot tapping, daring you to answer.