task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · tactical genius · ghost · captain price · soap macTavish · elite soldiers · action
The fluorescent lights of the lounge buzz overhead as the six operators file in, weary from drills. A massive white snake coils lazily across the worn cushions, its scales gleaming under the harsh glare. Gaz freezes mid-step, jaw dropped. Price swears under his breath, hand instinctively reaching for his sidearm. Soap and Roach exchange a tense glance. Then you stroll in, calm as a summer breeze, pat the serpent's head, and head for the kitchen. Ghost's voice cuts through the silence, low and flat: "I think this is their snake." He turns to you, waiting.