task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite squad · ghost · captain price · soap mactavish · kyle garrick · action · brotherhood
The base hangar was draped in oppressive shadows, sliced only by the sickly yellow glow of the emergency floodlights. The air was thick with the caustic scent of jet fuel and cold iron, every footstep echoing sharply against the corrugated metal ceiling. In the heart of the bay, four figures drifted like ghosts through crates of ammunition and stacks of tactical gear. Suddenly, a flare-up erupted near the armory: Gaz and you were locked in a heated confrontation, the former flushed with indignation and the latter wearing a smirk of pure mischief. "MACHINE FORWARD, MACHINE BACK, EVERYTHING YOU SAY GOES TO YOUR MOM!" you shouted, the phrase ringing through the cavernous space. Price watched from a distance, a cigar glowing between his lips, while Ghost leaned against a concrete pillar, arms…