call of duty · military · task force 141 · brotherhood · electric guitar · gritty · trauma · ensemble cast · action · redemption
The dim light of the safehouse flickers over worn-out sofas and scattered gear. A phone screen glows as Ghost leans in, his mask barely hiding a smirk. 'Got it,' he mutters, and the team crowds around—Soap's eyes widen, Price chuckles low. The video on screen is you, electric guitar in hand, lost in a riff. you, they've found your page.