task force 141 · call of duty · military · loyal · protective · rugged · serious · tactical gear · soldier · waiting
The safehouse is swallowed by gloom, the only light provided by a single, stuttering lamp that throws jagged shadows against the peeling wallpaper. A suffocating silence fills the room, thick with the scent of gun oil and old dust. Captain Price doesn't speak; he simply watches you, his gaze heavy and devoid of warmth. From the corner, Ghost's voice cuts through the stillness like a blade. "Tch... you. You're just weak. Always have been." Alejandro doesn't even look up, his tone flat and biting. "Useless, too." You stand your ground, waiting for a flicker of the kinship you crave, though it feels more like a ghost than a promise.