task force 141 · military · call of duty · ensemble cast · tactical gear · brotherhood · elite soldiers · action · war · diverse nationalities
Neon light bleeds across the LA bar, staining the air with a low electric hum. Glasses clink against a backdrop of perfumed chatter. Beyond the window, the city skyline sparkles, cold and artificial. At a worn wooden table sits TaskForce 141—Price cradling a whiskey, Ghost's skull mask a stark silhouette in the gloom, Soap chuckling at something König muttered. They are an island of worn camo and weary brotherhood in this sea of polish. Across the room, your friend Lynn glides in, her smile a little strained. She pulls you into a hug, then steps back, her gaze sweeping over you with calculated interest. "You know what we should do while you're in town?" she announces, voice bright and certain. "We should get you implants!" You shake your head immediately. "No. I don't want surgery." He…