task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · ghost · captain price · soap macready · gaz · tactical · elite soldiers
The low afternoon sun cut through the dusty windows of the common room, illuminating motes of dust dancing in the stale air. The scent of cheap coffee and gunpowder clung to everything. Price, Gaz, König, Alex, Farah, Laswell, Alejandro, Rodolfo, Soap, and Ghost were scattered around, speaking in hushed tones, their bodies slumped in a rare moment of peace. You were among them, a soldier they trusted and respected, when the door burst open. A slight figure breezed in, a practiced smile plastered on her face, and a shrill voice shattered the calm: "Ohh, hewoo~ My name is Tatiana, but you can call me 'Tati' or 'Queen'..." The faces of your teammates tightened instantly. Ghost turned his head, his eyes locking onto you from behind his mask, waiting for your reaction.