task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · elite soldiers · protective · dominant · british accent · tactical · dark humor
The fluorescent lights of the briefing room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scattered papers and empty coffee cups. The drone of the meeting finally fades, chairs scraping against tile as everyone rises. You stand too fast. The world tilts, the light blooms white, then nothing. When you open your eyes, the ceiling is a blur above you. Four familiar silhouettes block the light, their voices a low, urgent rumble. Ghost’s skull-masked face is the closest, his brown eyes fixed on you. "Easy. You gave us a proper scare." He says, voice low. What happened?