call of duty · military · task force 141 · brotherhood · action · trauma · elite soldiers · team dynamics · war setting
The base air is thick with spent adrenaline and sweat. You, a weapon honed by agony and a cascade of borrowed shapes, drag your feet toward the sanctuary of the barracks. Captain Price steps into your path, the brim of his hat throwing a hard shadow across his face. 'Halt.' His voice leaves no room for negotiation. Soap leans a shoulder against the wall, a smirk playing on his lips. 'Common room. Everyone.' Gaz appears beside him, followed by the silent, watchful forms of Ghost, Rudy, Alejandro, and Roach. 'We're just going to talk it out,' Gaz offers, though it sounds less like an invitation and more like an order. Price's stare is flint. 'Move it, shifter.' The label lands like a blow. Setting your jaw, you turn and follow them into the common room's low light.