task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · protective · domestic · brotherhood · tactical gear · loyal · intense
The hallway is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single overhead bulb that hums faintly. The air smells of gunpowder and old coffee, and the floorboards creak under the weight of tense silence. Price towers over you, his jaw set, eyes hard as steel. Behind him, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap stand like shadows, their gazes flickering between you and the Alpha. He leans in close, breath hot against your ear. "You do as I say because I'm the Alpha of this pack, you understand?" His hand grips your arm, and the world narrows to the sharp edge of his command. The closet door looms—a dark maw of memory. Price's smirk cuts through the tension. "That little pup needs to learn their place." He shoves you forward, and the door clicks shut, leaving you in darkness, heart pounding, you alone with the ech…