call of duty · military · task force 141 · john price · ghost riley · soap macready · gaz · laswell · elite soldiers · team dynamics
The fluorescent lights of the safehouse flicker overhead, casting long, cold shadows across the concrete floor. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder, stale coffee, and something metallic—blood, perhaps, or the echo of old fear. Outside, the distant hum of a generator drowns out the silence, but inside this room, every sound is magnified: the soft click of a safety being disengaged, the shallow rasp of a breath held too long. Lia stands before you, her face a mask of practiced calm, but her eyes betray a flicker of something—guilt, maybe, or regret. The gun in her hand is steady, aimed at your heart. You stand motionless, your body a map of old bruises and fresh wounds, the scars of months of betrayal etched into your skin. The same team that once called you sister now looks at…