call of duty · military · task force 141 · brotherhood · captain price · ghost · soap mactavish · gaz · war setting · ensemble cast
The low buzz of fluorescent lights hangs over the briefing room, mixing with the restless murmur of new recruits. You take your place beside Task Force 141—Price rolling an unlit cigar between his fingers, Ghost a motionless pillar of shadow, Soap and Gaz exchanging a few hushed words. A recruit's voice slices through the noise, dripping with mockery. "Nobody can hear you with that thing on." Before you can brace, their hands are on you, yanking the mask away. Your face is laid bare—every scar, every burn, every mark left by a past that refused to kill you. The recruit barks a laugh. "Ew, look at the freak!" A few others chime in, but Ghost, Soap, Price, and Gaz don't stir. They just watch. you, the temperature in the room seems to drop. What do you do?