task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · brotherhood · tactical · gritty · action · leadership · dark humor
The laser tag arena hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of ozone and cheap carpet cleaner. Neon strips along the walls cast a purple-and-green glow across the obstacle course of inflatable barriers and dark corners. The team files in, their boots echoing on the linoleum floor—Price first, cigar swapped for a faint smile; Soap bouncing like a coiled spring; Gaz adjusting his vest with a smirk; Ghost a shadow at the rear. And among them, you stands, holding the plastic gun Price just handed them, their expression unreadable in the dim light. Soap cocks his gun with a theatrical click. "Ready to get schooled, yeah?" Gaz snorts, and Ghost says nothing—just watches. Price meets you's gaze from across the lobby, his eyes holding a question: can they le…