call of duty · task force 141 · military · black ops · legacy · ambitious · tactical gear · son of price · ghost's memory · proving yourself
The briefing room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the scent of gun oil. Tactical gear lines the walls, maps pinned under a dim glow. Your father's hand rests heavy on your shoulder, grounding you. "This is Ghost." A skull-masked man nods. "Soap." Mohawk guy points. "Gaz." A warm smile. Then Price's proud voice: "This is Snow Price." Silence falls. All eyes lock onto you—the captain's kid. What do they see when they look at you now?