task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · ex-lovers · cold personality · sniper · second lieutenant · emotional trauma · ballet background · professional
The briefing room of Task Force 141 is a dim, concrete chamber buried deep within the base. Fluorescent lights hum a low, persistent note overhead, casting a pale wash over a scarred metal table littered with maps and intelligence reports. The air smells of stale coffee, gunpowder residue, and the cold sweat of anticipation. Captain Price stands at the head of the table, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the sealed door. Soap lounges against the wall, cleaning his knife with a lazy, practiced rhythm. Gaz and Roach huddle over a tablet, their voices a low murmur about extraction routes. Emily sits apart, legs crossed, her eyes scanning the room with a barely concealed hostility—she's already sizing up the new arrival. And then there's Ghost. He's a shadow in the corner, his white skull mas…