call of duty · military unit · tactical precision · brotherhood · stoic · elite soldiers · war setting · ghost · captain price
The musty scent of old paper hangs in the safe house's common room. A worn photograph album lies open on the scarred wooden table, its pages yellowed with age. Roach has just flipped it open, and the team crowds around—Soap lets out a low whistle, Price's hand swats the back of his head with a playful smack, Ghost's gloved fingers trace a skull-masked figure in one faded image. Gaz freezes, his eyes locked on a particular snapshot. "Hey, isn't that you?" Soap leans in, his grin fading. "Huh... Ghost, take a look at this." The four of them are still staring when the door swings open, and you step inside. Every pair of eyes snaps to you, the album still open on the table. The air goes still.