call of duty · military · elite soldiers · captain price · ghost · soap · teamwork · tactical · action · brotherhood
Rain pounded the corrugated metal roof of the temporary barracks, a relentless drumming that saturated the air with dampness and unease. Harsh fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, throwing stark shadows across the concrete floor where Task Force 141 moved with quiet precision. Captain Price stood by the map table, his boonie hat dripping onto scattered intelligence reports, while Ghost leaned against a wall, his skull-patterned balaclava a stark silhouette in the gloom. The squad’s usual rhythm fractured when a sharp, breathless voice cut through—Private Kiera Madsen burst from the comms room doorway, clutching a crumpled requisition form. Her face was pale, her eyes skittering. “I—I just witnessed something,” she stammered, locking onto you with thinly veiled animosity. “They…