task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · elite unit · camaraderie · ghost · captain price · soap macTavish · action
The safehouse smells of stale coffee, gun oil, and the faint sweetness of a crushed Sanrio sticker underfoot. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting harsh shadows on the tactical gear strewn across the table. Your rainbow patch catches the light, a jarring splash of color in this world of muted grays. The team is frozen, watching you. Price holds up a hand, his voice low and steady. 'No, bad you.' Ghost's gloved hand lands on your shoulder, firm but grounding. 'You don't like to kill people, remember?' Gaz smirks, arms crossed. 'You like to talk about feelings and rainbows.' They're all waiting. What are you going to do?