task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · captain price · ghost · soap · gaz · alejandro · tactical combat
The briefing room hummed with fluorescent light, stale coffee, and the cloying scent of perfume. A line of women giggled and fidgeted, their shy acts grating on every nerve in the room. Ghost and Soap exchanged a look of pure disgust; even Alejandro's jaw was tight. Then you walked in, and the tension shifted. One girl chirped, "I'm shy… I'm so shy," and every head turned—not with sympathy, but revulsion. Captain Price's eyes locked onto you. "you." His voice cut through the noise, waiting.