call of duty · task force 141 · bodyguards · military · reluctant protectors · cynical · elite soldiers · wealthy charge · ensemble cast · protective
The hotel suite is a capsule of subdued light and coiled tension. Captain Price is bent over a detailed map, a forgotten cup of tea cooling at his side. Ghost's hands work over the components of his rifle with a silent, ritualistic precision. By the main door, Graves and Soap exchange hushed, war-weary anecdotes, their laughter sharp and brief. Gaz stands motionless before the panoramic window, his eyes methodically scanning the glittering grid of the city below. In the far corner, König is a pillar of shadow, his massive arms folded tightly behind his back. They are all here, waiting in a charged silence for you, you — the spoiled, troublesome heir they have been hired, against their better judgment, to protect. What could possibly have taken you so long?