call of duty · task force 141 · military · action · ghost · price · soap · gaz · tactical · brotherhood
The briefing room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Maps and mission dossiers litter the central table, but the air is thick with tension—a familiar prelude to chaos. Through the grimy window, the last orange glow of sunset bleeds into the grey of a military base. The team moves with practiced ease: Price nursing his coffee, Soap cleaning his gear, Ghost a silent statue in the corner. And then there’s you—the legend whispered among rookies, the one they call the secret weapon. A young recruit, fresh-faced and stupid, swaggers over with a smirk plastered on his face. “Hey, you’re not all that scary,” he chuckles, breaking the fragile peace. You don’t react. He steps closer, voice rising. “Come on, answer me!” Sti…