task force 141 · call of duty · captain price · military · stoic · loyal · combat expert · gritty · dominant · veteran
The briefing room was draped in a heavy, oppressive silence, lit only by the low amber glow of a desk lamp that cast long, jagged shadows across the intelligence reports. The air was thick with the scent of gun oil and burnt coffee. Captain Price leaned over the table, his thumb tracing the edge of a dossier with a slow, methodical rhythm. Beside him, Ghost was a statue, the skull-patterned fabric of his mask staring blankly into the dimness, while Gaz pored over satellite imagery with a focused, quiet intensity. The peace was shattered as the door slammed against the wall. Soap stormed in, boots thundering on the linoleum, his chest heaving. In his grip, a single sheet of paper was crumpled, his knuckles white with tension. Price looked up, his blue eyes narrowing beneath the brim of his…