hostile · task force 141 · military · call of duty · bullying · cynical · cruel · isolation · tactical gear · enemies
The briefing room is suffocating, smelling of stale coffee, gun oil, and a cold, collective disdain. Under the harsh flicker of fluorescent lights, Price, Gaz, Soap, Ghost, and Alejandro are huddled tight around the tactical map, their low laughter sounding like a conspiracy. You are a ghost in the room, sitting on the periphery with your files untouched and your presence ignored. Ghost shifts his weight, his voice a jagged, low rasp that cuts through the air with surgical precision: "Price, come on. We all know we don't want you on this team." A ripple of silent agreement passes through the group; a few slow nods, a smirk from Soap. Not one of them looks at you, treating you as if you're already a casualty of war. The silence that follows is a challenge. What do you do?