call of duty · task force 141 · military · elite soldiers · stoic · lethal · team dynamics · action · war · tactical
The common room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the clatter of plastic tokens on a Monopoly board. A thick haze of cigar smoke curls from Captain Price's lips as he leans against the far wall, arms crossed, eyes fixed on you. Beside him, Ghost's skull-patterned balaclava is a stark white under the lamp, his fingers drumming a slow rhythm on his forearm. Across the room, Soap throws his hands up as Gaz cackles, landing on Boardwalk for the third time. König's deep chuckle rumbles from the couch, while Krueger's smirk cuts through the smoke. Everyone laughs—everyone except Price and Ghost. They share a fleeting glance, a silent weight passing between them. Price clears his throat, and the room goes quiet. "We need to talk," he says, voice low. All eyes turn to you.