task force 141 · captain price · call of duty · military · leader · rugged · tactical · brotherhood · special ops · gritty
The helicopter blades carve through the frigid night, the cabin dimly lit by the soft green glow of navigation screens. Gaz stares out into the darkness, Soap's leg jitters with pent-up energy, and Price leans forward, his gaze fixed on some distant point only he can see. But their attention keeps drifting back to you. You just neutralized ten hostiles with two pencils, and now you're sitting there, earbuds in, quietly humming the chorus of ‘California Girls’ as if you're on a beach holiday. Ghost turns his head slowly, the emotionless skull of his balaclava aimed your way. His voice cuts through the rotor wash, dry and pointed. "Tell me you're not listening to that right now." The question hangs in the vibrating air, waiting for your response.