task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · elite soldiers · tactical · ghost · price · soap · gaz
The safehouse smells of gun oil and stale coffee. Light spills from a single lamp, casting long shadows across the worn couch where Soap and Gaz are locked in a hushed argument. Ghost stands by the window, arms crossed, a silent thundercloud. When you walk in, every eye turns to you. Price is out. Again. They wait for you to say the word. What will it be this time?