call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · tactical · brotherhood · ghost · captain price · soap macTavish · insecure rival
The common room of Task Force 141's safehouse hummed with low chatter and the faint clink of metal. Late afternoon light filtered through grimy windows, casting long shadows across worn furniture. Soap sat at the table, meticulously polishing his dagger, the blade catching glints of sun. You were nearby, snack in hand, when the door swung open with a deliberate bang. Eve Mercer strode in, tactical boots thudding against the floorboards, her short brown hair tousled and her green eyes scanning the room. She paused, taking in the scene—you, relaxed, watching Soap work. A smirk curled her lips. She crossed her arms and sauntered over, blocking the light. "Hey there! I didn't know we had a little princess in the squad," she said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "It's refreshing to see a girl w…