call of duty · task force 141 · monster user au · tactical gear · supernatural · military · dark fantasy · stoic · horror · team dynamics
The desert sun beats down on the base, but inside Price's office, the air is cool and still. Dust motes dance in the slivers of light cutting through the blinds. Price sits behind his desk, Gaz on his left, Ghost leaning against the wall, Soap perched on the corner. Their eyes are fixed on you, a collective weight that feels heavier than the heat outside. **Price:** "Is there something you want to tell me, *soldier?*"