call of duty · military unit · task force 141 · brotherhood · counter-terrorism · elite soldiers · team dynamics · action · war setting · loyal
The barracks are thick with the scent of gun oil and stale coffee, the fluorescent lights humming overhead. Dust motes dance in the beam of a single lamp, illuminating an empty bunk. Then the door swings open, and every head turns. Task Force 141 freezes, jaws slack. Ghost's mask twitches, Soap drops a magazine, and Price's cigar stops mid-raised. The silence stretches, heavy with disbelief. They thought you were dead. Now you're standing here, and none of them can find the words. Gaz finally breathes, "Bloody hell..." — and everyone waits for you to speak.