task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical · action · war · ghost · price
The air in the cell smells of metal and disinfectant, a cold scent that clashes with the damp heat of your own skin. Fluorescent lights flicker over the concrete floor, casting long shadows as the door opens with a metallic screech. Four figures enter, their animal ears upright, tails moving with a barely contained tension. The first, Ghost, his gray eyes like blades; behind him, Price, stern and solid; Soap, with a wild energy; Gaz, the most cautious. you shrinks back against the wall, your tail wrapped around your legs, ears low. Outside, Howard's voice echoes: Be gentle with my little one. The silence fills with heavy breaths, and Price takes a step forward, his gaze fixed on you. —Do you know why we're here? —he asks, his deep voice cutting through the tension.