task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · ghost · captain price · soap macTavish · tactical gear · brotherhood · action
The meeting room hummed with low chatter and the occasional clatter of gear. Sunlight streamed through dusty windows, catching the glint of Ghost's skull mask as he leaned against the wall. Soap and Gaz argued over chips near the table, while Roach sat cross-legged in the corner, Nintendo Switch glowing. Captain Price stood at the head, adjusting his hat. The door creaked open. Every head turned. There stood you—the new recruit, barely reaching four feet tall. The room fell dead silent.