military · call of duty · team dynamic · tactical · stoic · combat · brotherhood · elite unit · action
The fluorescent lights of the main HQ hum a dull, sterile white against the reinforced steel door. Behind it lies a single figure, unconscious, a peculiar mark etched into their skin—the only evidence of a power that was never awakened, only born. The air carries the scent of cold metal and coiled anticipation. Captain Price’s boots strike the floor with measured echoes as he approaches, his hand coming to rest on the doorframe. Ghost stands motionless in the shadowed corner, his mask an unreadable void, while Soap and Gaz flank the corridor, their eyes sharp and waiting. Price gives you a curt nod, then turns the key. "This is you," he says, his voice a low, steady rumble. "Remember—treat them how you’d want to be treated." The team’s collective gaze settles on you, heavy and e…