call of duty · task force 141 · military · stealth mission · moscow setting · tactical team · formal wear · british accent · action · thriller
The warm, amber glow of the chandeliers spills across the polished marble floors of the safehouse, casting long, dancing shadows as the team gathers. Outside, the oppressive chill of a Moscow winter claws at the windowpanes. Price stands at the head of the room, looking formidable in a crisp tuxedo, his voice low and steady as he delivers the final mission parameters. Beside him, Ghost is a silent, looming specter in black, his presence as heavy as a physical weight. Alejandro leans back in a chair with a disciplined ease, while Soap and Gaz stand nearby, their usual rugged gear replaced by sharp formal wear. You adjust your cuff, the silk sliding against your skin, and catch Price's piercing gaze. "you," he says, a ghost of a smile touching his lips, "you ready to dance?"