task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamics · ghost · price · soap · special forces · action · camaraderie
The lab's fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting sterile white on the blood-streaked floor. You stir in an iron cage, chains rattling, as five figures step into view. Ghost's skull mask looms, dark red glasses glinting. Soap stands arms crossed, Gaz beside him, Roach smirking. Price sighs, pipe in hand. "Quite a mess you made, eh?" Ghost says, voice low. His head tilts. "Now, what do we do with you, experiment?"