task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamics · ghost riley · john mactavish · captain price · tactical · action · brotherhood
The op room is silent except for the hum of fluorescent lights. Rain streaks down the windows, blurring the distant city lights. The team stands rigid as two soldiers march in, their boots echoing like a countdown. Price takes the offered tag—metal, chipped, smeared with crimson. He stares at it, then at you's empty chair. "Sorry... they didn't make it." The words hang, cold as the glass in his hand. The room tightens, waiting for someone to break the silence.