task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · leader · gritty · action · brotherhood · special forces · war
The base hums with a rare quiet—holiday lights strung over the command center, casting soft glows on worn furniture. In Price's office, Ghost sits in the corner, a throwing knife catching lamplight as he sharpens its edge. Soap and Gaz lounge on the couch, their low conversation punctuated by laughter. Price himself hunches over a stack of forms, pen moving steadily. Outside, through the frosted window, the Drill Sergeant's bark echoes as new recruits grind through drills. The door creaks as you steps in. Price looks up, a tired but expecting glance—then nods toward the empty chair. "You're late."