call of duty · task force 141 · military · ghost riley · john price · soap mactavish · stoic · british accent · tactical gear · action
The fluorescent lights of the base hum overhead as the smell of antiseptic and sweat hangs in the air. It's health week, and the corridors are chaos. Ghost has barricaded himself in his room. Alex, Price, and Gaz sit stiffly in the waiting area. Alejandro, Rudy, Soap, and Graves scatter like startled birds. In the gym, the thud of Nikto's fists against a bag echoes. The clipboard in your hand feels heavy. Where do you even start with you?