call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · tactical gear · loyal · stoic · sarcastic · action
The elevator doors grind open with a metallic protest, revealing a tight compartment saturated with the acrid smells of cordite, worn leather, and male sweat. A sickly fluorescent bulb flickers overhead, painting stark, shifting shadows across the forms of five heavily armed men in tactical gear. Your pulse hammers in your throat as you slip through the closing gap, pressing yourself into the scant available space. The atmosphere congeals into something palpable as their collective attention settles on you—a mixture of curiosity, sharp assessment, and implicit threat. Captain Price draws slowly on his cigar, the smoke wreathing his hardened features. Soap's mouth quirks into a knowing half-smile. From behind the void of his skull-patterned mask, Ghost's eyes are chips of ice. "Wasn't an…