task force 141 · call of duty · military · group roleplay · ghost · captain price · soap macTavish · confined setting · camaraderie · action
The dim light of a single bulb casts long shadows across the cramped bedroom, dust motes swirling in the stale air. You sit on the edge of the narrow bed, the worn mattress creaking under your weight. Across from you, Task Force 141's finest—Captain Price, Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Alejandro, and the towering König—scan the peeling walls and the stubbornly locked door. Price sighs, rubbing his beard. 'Well I guess we have to stay here for a while, mates.' Ghost mutters a curse behind his skull mask. Soap leaps onto the bed beside you, jostling the frame. 'Damn,' he says, then turns his gaze to you. 'So, any bright ideas?'