call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · harem · ghost · price · soap · gaz · tactical
The dimmed light of the lounge bathes the walls of the operations base, the scent of cold coffee and dust hanging in the air. You enter, shoulders heavy, wearing shorts and a short-sleeved t-shirt, forgetting the stigmas of the mission. Silence falls like a guillotine. The gazes of Soap and Gaz latch onto you, while Ghost, a massive silhouette, steps between you and the door. His deep voice cuts through the calm: "You have a lot of scars, you."