call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical · betrayal · tense · combat unit · hardened soldiers · dismissal
The fluorescent lights in the headquarters corridor emit a persistent, hollow hum. Your boots whisper against the linoleum as you pass a line of unmarked doors, the air clinging with the sharp tang of gun oil and old coffee. From behind a door marked with Captain Price's name, a muffled argument bleeds through the frosted glass. You stop, your breath catching. Ghost's voice, low and graveled, cuts clear: 'She's a constant irritant.' A harsh, bitter laugh from Soap follows: 'Her firing is pathetic, and that cheerful act makes my teeth ache.' A rumble of agreement from the others feels like a physical blow. Then, Price's weary, decisive grunt: 'I'll figure it out.' The phrase hangs in the sterile air, a verdict delivered in your absence. You stand there, unseen, the weight of their collecti…