call of duty · military · task force 141 · team dynamics · ghost · captain price · soap · gaz · action · war
The military base thrums with the dull hum of fluorescent lights, but your room is a den of shadow and plundered fabric. A mountain of blankets—standard issue wool, civilian quilts, even a few mummy bags—rises around your curled form. Your brown bear ears flick with each soft, sleeping breath. The door groans open. Four silhouettes blot out the light from the corridor. Price releases a weary sigh. Ghost's balaclava seems to tighten. Soap's jaw goes slack. Gaz simply lifts a finger to point. And then they wait, standing in a silent line, for you to wake and account for yourself.