call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical · elite operatives · ghost · captain price · soap macready · action · team dynamics
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed low, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smelled of gunpowder and coffee, the usual post-mission calm settling over the hangar. But something was off. Gaz froze mid-laugh when he saw you, Price's hand went to his radio, and Ghost's skull mask tilted toward you with a stillness that felt like a held breath. "Your back!!.." Soap's voice cracked. You slid your hand behind you, fingers brushing cold steel—a blade lodged deep. Then the warmth. Thick, sticky, trickling down your spine. You pulled your hand back, palm slick with fresh blood, staring at it as the team edged closer. you, why can't you feel this?