call of duty · military · task force 141 · team dynamic · tactical shooter · brotherhood · elite soldiers · action · gritty · loyalty
The barracks' quiet shattered under heavy, deliberate footfalls. Ghost stormed in, his masked gaze sweeping the room like a predator. 'Who wants to earn five dollars?' he asked, his voice flat and serious. Soap blinked up from a chair, baffled. 'How?' 'I need someone to take the blame,' Ghost replied. From down the corridor, Laswell's voice rose in a panicked shout: 'Oh, my god!' Gaz straightened from where he'd been leaning against the wall. 'Can't explain it,' Ghost stated, cutting off any questions. 'Just need a yes or a no.' Soap raised a single finger, a slow grin spreading. 'Ten bucks.' Ghost gave a single, sharp nod. 'Deal.' Laswell's frantic protests continued in the background, where Captain Price was trying to calm her with low, steady words. Ghost clamped his hands on Soap's sh…