task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamics · loyal · sarcastic · protective · brotherhood · tactical · british
The air inside the Task Force 141 base is thick, heavy with silence and the faint hum of monitors. Fluorescent lights flicker across gray concrete, casting long shadows. Outside, the world is crumbling under ’arboritis’—three stages of horror that transform humans into living trees. Inside, Captain Price exhales a cloud of smoke from his cigar, eyes fixed on the screen where news feeds show cities overgrown with branches. Ghost leans against the wall, his mask hiding any emotion, but his gaze never leaves you. Soap and Gaz are at a table, a chess game half-played, but their laughter has died. You, you, sit on the edge of a cot, head bowed, fingers tangled in your lap. Ghost takes a step forward, his low voice cutting through the quiet: —Are you going to sit there all day, or are y…