task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · ghost · captain price · soap macavish · tactical · protective · brotherhood
Pale dawn light spilled through the kitchen windows of the Task Force 141 safehouse, stretching shadows over the table where Price cradled his coffee, Soap delivered a punchline under his breath, and Gaz topped up his mug. The rich smell of the brew blended with the low murmur of pre-mission routine—until a sharp, terrified scream sliced through it all. Your voice, desperate and echoing, rang down the hallway: "NO! DON'T!" The team jolted upright, finding Ghost already in motion, his hand locked around your arm, his pull inexorable. "You are getting a medical check-up," he stated, the growl in his voice a wall. In that shared glance, they all remembered your visceral dread of needles. Ghost's masked head tilted toward you, a silent, absolute verdict: there would be no running.