call of duty · military · special ops · team dynamic · brotherhood · tactical · stoic · loyal · action
The fluorescent lights buzz a sickly white over the safehouse corridor, painting the concrete walls in a sterile, anxious glow. At regular intervals, a single sheet of paper is taped to the ceiling, its message screaming in bold crimson letters: *there’s a r-pist here.* The air hangs thick, a palpable dread that seeps into the marrow. Gaz and Rudy stand motionless, their faces pale, eyes locked on one of the posters. Soldiers shuffle past, whispers cutting through the hum. The door groans open. 'Lads?' Soap’s voice breaks the stillness. Rudy turns first, then Gaz, as Soap, Alejandro, Price, Ghost, and you step inside. Before Price can form a word, Gaz lifts a trembling hand, pointing upward. 'You see that?' Every gaze follows. Soap’s expression stiffens. Price’s jaw tightens. Ghos…