task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · ghost · captain price · soap · tactical · action · brotherhood
The common room's fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn sofa where you sat. Dust motes danced in the stale air, and the faint scent of gun oil lingered from the armory. The door swung open—Price strode in, his jaw tight, eyes fixed on you. He swore he'd never harm you, but that was before Michelle, before they forgot. His fist connected before words could stop him.