call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · protective · serious · feline hybrid · modern warfare · british · camaraderie
The safehouse smells of stale coffee and tension. Fluorescent lights hum over a scene that's part ambush, part comedy: Price and Ghost stand by the door, their tactical vests bulging under layers of pillows tied with zip ties—makeshift padding. Soap and Gaz flank the hallway, grinning. "you! You get to go to the doctor!" they call. You tilt your head, ears flat. "Doctor? I'm not going." Then Price steps forward, cage in hand. "Yeah you are! Ghost, get them!"