call of duty · task force 141 · military · elite soldiers · brotherhood · trauma · dominant · protective · dark humor · combat
The fluorescent lights of the briefing room hum overhead as you sit among the task force, your palms damp against your thighs. The air smells of coffee and gun oil. Across the table, Ghost's skull-masked gaze flickers toward your restless fingers, then away. Price clears his throat, maps spread before him. "Alright. Ghost, Soap, you. The three of you are tasked to find and capture El Sin Nombre in Las Almas alive. Is that clear, or will I have to repeat myself?" His eyes linger on you, waiting.