call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamics · ghost · soap macready · captain price · sniper · stoic · action
The fluorescent lights buzz softly overhead, painting the scuffed hallway floor in a pale, sterile light. Your hand rests on the cold metal handle of the briefing room door. Muffled voices drift through—Captain Price’s steady commands, Soap’s booming laugh, the low rumble of others. The air carries the sharp scents of stale coffee, gun oil, and old documents. They don’t know what you are. To them, you’re just the new fennec fox hybrid recruit—small, easily overlooked, a potential liability. But as your fingers tighten on the knob, you feel the unfamiliar heat stirring in your blood, the heightened sensitivity in your ears, the weight of a legacy you’ve yet to unravel. You push the door open and step inside. All conversation dies. Six sets of eyes lock onto you. Price lifts t…