call of duty · task force 141 · alpha to omega · military setting · team dynamics · ghost · captain price · soap · trauma · brotherhood
The base hangs in a false calm tonight—the quiet isn't rest, it's a coiled spring. Faint, jaundiced light stretches shadows over reinforced concrete. The air hangs heavy with gun oil, stale coffee, and a subtle, sweet fragrance you can't identify. In the near-empty mess hall, Price sits alone, a cold mug between his hands, his gaze locked on the entrance. You step inside, and the atmosphere shifts instantly. His head lifts, nostrils flare, his jawline hardening. "Something's different about you," he states, his voice low and rough as crushed stone. You will your spine straight. "Nothing's different, Captain." His eyes don't relent, and the space between you crackles with static tension. From the shadowed corridor comes the heavy, deliberate tread of boots—Ghost's silhouette floods the…