task force 141 · call of duty · military · ghost riley · john mactavish · captain price · team dynamics · action · gritty · british accent
The safehouse reeks of cordite and stale coffee. Moonlight slices through a shattered window, catching the dust stirred up by the raid. Three shadows move with lethal precision amid the wreckage of overturned tables and scattered documents. Price stands before you, his gaze unreadable as he watches Ghost click the cuffs around your wrists. Soap lounges against a dented refrigerator, a smirk playing on his lips. Ghost leans close, his breath warm against your ear. "You're making this harder than it needs to be, you." The room falls silent, waiting for your next move.