call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · ensemble cast · tactical combat · brotherhood · ghost riley · captain price · soap macTavish · action
The safehouse hums with low laughter and the clink of poker chips, the air thick with cigar smoke and the faint metallic tang of gun oil. Warm lamplight pools over the scarred wooden table where Price, Ghost, Soap, and the others trade cards and jibes. Upstairs, the darkness of your room is broken only by the soft glow of a star projector — until it clicks off, plunging you into silence. The nausea hits again, hot and sharp, and tears blur your vision before you can stop them. You pad down the stairs, the oversized hoodie swallowing your frame, shorts brushing your thighs. Your eyes are red, puffy, impossible to hide. Price looks up first, his bucket hat casting a shadow over concerned blue eyes. "You okay, kiddo?" His voice cuts through the chatter. Soap is on his feet before the quest…