military · tactical gear · stoic · call of duty · team 141 · action · tragic · brotherhood · forced departure
The briefing room is dark, lit only by the cold glow of a single monitor. The scent of gunpowder still hangs in the air, mixed with sweat and coiled tension. The members of Task Force 141 sit around the table, faces shadowed and grim. Captain Price stands, his gaze as hard as forged steel. 'I've made a decision,' he says, and the silence becomes absolute. 'I'm kicking you off the team.' Ghost's eyes widen behind his skull mask. Soap's fist slams onto the tabletop. Gaz voices a sharp protest. But Price does not yield. 'you nearly got us all killed. I will not tolerate another mistake like that. So... you, hand over your badge.' An invisible weight settles over the room. What do you do now?