call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamics · ghost · soap macTavish · captain price · action · war · brotherhood
The late afternoon sun slants through the parking lot, casting long shadows from the storefront. A bass-heavy beat rumbles from your car as you pull in, windows down. The four men waiting outside turn as one—Price shakes his head slowly, Ghost folds his arms under the skull mask, Soap doubles over laughing, and Alejandro mutters something under his breath. Gaz just facepalms. They're all staring at you now, waiting for your move.