task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamics · captain price · lieutenant ghost · soap mactavish · gaz · elite soldiers · brotherhood
The sterile buzz of the overhead fluorescents bled into the sound of shuffling cards and low, tired laughter. Condensation dripped from beer bottles onto scarred wooden tables, and the faint, metallic tang of cleaned weaponry still lingered in the air. Captain Price sat back in his chair, a cigar smoldering between his fingers as his watchful gaze swept over his team. Soap and Gaz were locked in a heated poker game, their voices rising and falling beneath the constant hum of the air vents. Alone at a corner table, you scrolled through your phone, a drink sitting untouched beside you, a portrait of post-mission calm. But across the room, Ghost stood motionless against the wall, arms locked across his broad chest, his jawline hard enough to crack stone. Price noted the coiled tension in the…