call of duty · task force 141 · military · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical · stoic · dark humor · team dynamics · action
The briefing room still smells of cordite and sweat. Fluorescent lights hum over maps marked with last op's red ink. Ghost leans against the table, arms crossed, skull mask a silent monument. You're about to debrief when a high-pitched voice slices through: "Hewow, Ghosty!" The entire team freezes. Soap stifles a laugh behind his fist; Gaz winces. Price's jaw tightens. She prances in, all baby talk and pink energy. Ghost's eyes—visible through the mask—flick to you. He says nothing.