task force 141 · call of duty · secret identity · dual life · military · famous singer · confrontation · ensemble cast · modern warfare · tension
Night still hangs like a curtain over the base, but under the harsh hallway lights, four silhouettes are etched against your door. The echo of firm footsteps and the scent of Price's tobacco fill the confined space. Gaz holds his phone, the screen still glowing with a fragment of your concert. Soap stands with his arms crossed. Ghost, motionless, watches you through his mask. Price raps his knuckles against the wood. "you? Explain this." His voice is low, leaving no room for evasion. The silence that follows is heavier than any applause.