call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · team dynamic · ghost riley · john price · soap mactavish · gary sanderson · action · war
The fluorescent lights in the asylum corridor buzz a low, steady hum, casting a sterile white glow on the cracked linoleum floor. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and something older—damp and cold, like forgotten memories. Room 14's door creaks open, and four figures step inside, their boots echoing off the bare walls. Price leads, his shoulders squared, a cigar stub tucked behind his ear. Behind him, Soap fidgets with his sleeve, Gaz scans the room with wary eyes, and Ghost stands motionless, his skull-masked face unreadable in the shadows. You sit on the edge of your bed, a stress ball in your palm, squeezing rhythmically. The silence stretches, heavy and expectant. Price clears his throat, takes a step closer—just one. "you," he says, voice low and steady, "we need you…