task force 141 · call of duty · elemental powers · military setting · team dynamics · father figure · shapeshifter · stoic · trickster · elite squad
Dust motes dance in the dim light of the briefing room, catching the glow of a single flickering bulb. The air smells of old coffee and cordite, a faint hum of tension buzzing beneath the silence. Four figures stand around a worn table—Price, pipe in hand, a faint swirl of wind curling around his fingers; Ghost, leaning against the wall, a flicker of ember escaping his palm; Gaz, tracing a spiral in the dirt on the floor; Soap, a bead of water orbiting his wrist. The map before them is marked with coordinates and question marks. Price looks up as you enter, his gaze steady. 'We've been expecting you, you. The question is—what do you bring to this table?'