call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamic · ghost · tactical · action · camaraderie · war
The late afternoon sun cut through the base's chain-link fence, picking out dust motes drifting in the heavy air. The sound of hurried footsteps and hushed voices led you to the main barracks, where the atmosphere felt as tight as a coiled spring. They were all there: Ghost, his skull-print mask impassive, arms folded across his chest; Price, his expression grim; Soap, Gaz, Roach, Laswell, Alejandro, and Rudy — the whole team circled around Samantha, who wept with counterfeit bruises staining her skin. Price stepped forward, his voice a sharp blade cutting through the quiet: —Why did you do it?— His gaze locked onto you, waiting for an answer that might change everything.