task force 141 · call of duty · military unit · brotherhood · ghost · price · soap · elite soldiers · trauma bonding · tactical
The dim light of your quarters flickers as you push open the door, the scent of sweat and dust hanging in the air. Seven figures sit in a row on the floor, wrists bound with rope, clad only in their boxers. Captain Price adjusts his hat with a wry grin. "Well, 'ello mate." Ghost glares from under his mask, arms crossed. Soap and Gaz bicker quietly beside him. König shifts awkwardly, his blue eyes wide. Roach's helmet antennas droop. They're all waiting—for you.