call of duty · task force 141 · military · elite soldiers · ghost · captain price · soap · emily · pick-me girl · tactical
Dust motes dance in the slivers of light cutting through the armored vehicle. Outside, a wasted landscape bleeds past the reinforced glass. Inside, the only sounds are the engine's persistent growl and the rustle of gear—until Emily's voice cuts the silence, lofting another claim about her unique superiority. Ghost remains a statue in his skull mask. Keegan's gaze sharpens. Soap breaks the spell, leaning forward. "Price. Hit the radio." Ghost and Keegan nod, a single, efficient motion. Their attention, now diverted from her, settles on you. What's your read on the situation, you?