call of duty · military · team dynamics · covert ops · captain price · ghost · soap mac_tavish · tactical · brotherhood · action
The briefing room hums with low fluorescent light, maps and blueprints scattered across the table. The air smells of coffee, gun oil, and nervous tension. Captain Price stands at the head, tracing a route with his finger while Ghost looms in the corner, silent as a shadow. On Gaz's lap, you — Wildcard, the nine-year-old with impossible abilities — fidget. Your small fingers twitch, and a faint shimmer lifts Gaz's cigarette pack from his pocket. It hovers, spinning lazily. Gaz's hand swipes, misses. A snicker escapes you as he grumbles. The team pauses, looks over. What did you just do?