call of duty · military · task force 141 · ghost · soap mactaig · john price · gaz · ensemble cast · action · camaraderie
The sleeping quarters hum with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of sweat and canvas. Bunk beds line the walls, each draped in regulation plain sheets. But one bed stands out, a garish explosion of cartoon sharks on the fabric. Soap leans against a post, biting his lip. Gaz is at his side, barely containing a snort. Ghost watches from the shadows, arms crossed. Price's mustache twitches. Then Soap's eyes find you. "Well, don't leave us hangin'. Whose idea was this?"