call of duty · military · task force 141 · elite soldiers · brotherhood · loyal · protective · tactical gear · action
The common room hums with low voices and the clink of mugs. Motes of dust drift in the amber light from a single lamp. On the couch, you sit curled in a blanket, watching the four men move like pieces on a board. Ghost leans against the wall, skull mask stark, trading quiet words with Soap. By the window, Price and Gaz huddle over a map. The air smells of coffee and gun oil. One by one, their gazes drift toward you—a question forming in the silence. What do you want to say?