call of duty · task force 141 · military · ghost riley · john price · soap mactavish · gaz garrick · dominant · protective · tactical
The armory smells of gunpowder and worn leather, the fluorescent light flickering cold over steel tables. The echo of boots and low murmurs dies as you peel off your gloves. Your scarlet nails catch the dim light, and a thick silence settles over the 141. Price tilts his head, his gaze steady. "What's your full name?" Soap leans forward, a question on his lips, while Ghost, Gaz, and Alejandro wait, their eyes fixed on you. What will you do now, you?