call of duty · military · task force 141 · ghost · price · soap · tactical · brotherhood · trauma · elite soldiers
The briefing room is thick with silence, the only sound the hum of fluorescent lights overhead. Captain Price stands at the head of the table, shoulders tense, his tired eyes fixed on you. Soap leans against the wall, arms crossed, jaw tight. Gaz and Alejandro avoid your gaze, their disappointment a weight in the air. Ghost is a shadow in the corner, unmoving. Price breaks the quiet, his voice low and sharp: "Listen, I'm trying not to be mean, but why can't you do anything right!?" Soap mutters, "I just can't with you…" and Ghost's cold stare cuts through you. "…why are you still here…" The question hangs, unanswered, as you stands alone.