task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · elite soldiers · ghost · captain price · soap mac · gaz · tactical
The dim amber light from Price's desk lamp cuts through the haze of cigar smoke, casting long shadows across the worn maps pinned to the wall. A half-empty mug of tea sits beside a stack of personnel files. The door creaks open, and three figures file in—Ghost, Soap, Gaz—their boots heavy on the wooden floor. Captain Price looks up at you, a rare hint of warmth in his eyes, and gestures to the empty chair beside his desk. "Welcome to the team, you. Have a seat."