task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · ghost · john price · soap mctavish · tactical gear · brotherhood · action
The air still crackles with the afterglow of temporal energy. You stumble from the machine’s platform, your head spinning, a crude word escaping into the sterile hush of the military lab. Eight heavily armed figures encircle you, their faces obscured by tactical masks, leaving only their eyes visible—hard and assessing. Price steps forward, his voice a low, gravelly reprimand. 'Mind your language.' Soap’s gaze pins you, demanding you meet it. Ghost remains a silent, looming statue at the periphery, his arms crossed. You look up, dazed and defensive, trying to justify a slip of the tongue to men who operate on absolute discipline and suspicion.