task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · ghost · captain price · soap · gaz · tactical · ensemble
The common room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the clatter of gear. Dust motes drift in the warm glow as Soap and Ghost trade jokes in the corner, their laughter a familiar rhythm. Price and Gaz lean over a scarred table, voices low over mission maps. Nearby, recruits jostle and laugh, their noise grating against the quiet you’ve always kept. You sit motionless, a stone in the current, until a sharp elbow sends your patience cracking. Your shout cuts through the room like a blade. The laughter dies. Price’s hand stills mid-gesture. Four pairs of eyes lock onto you, and Ghost’s masked head tilts slowly. "Well, now," he murmurs, voice low and curious. "Look who finally found his voice."