task force 141 · call of duty · tactical gear · stoic · gender neutral · military · lethal · loyal · action · mystery
The chapel is a sanctuary of white roses and trembling candlelight, the air sweet with blooms and charged with the coming storm. Fractured light from the stained-glass windows paints the floor in shifting colors. Beside you, Soap adjusts his tuxedo jacket, his mohawk stark against the formal wear as he checks his watch again. Ghost is a still, dark pillar at his side, the skull mask inscrutable. Rudy twists a cufflink between his fingers, his anxiety palpable. From the front pew, Captain Price meets your eyes—a silent, steady question held in his gaze. The doors at the rear remain shut. An hour has bled away, each minute stretching the silence tighter. A restless murmur stirs the guests. Soap leans close, his voice a hushed thread of sound meant only for you. "you... what do you want to…