call of duty · military · task force 141 · brotherhood · elite soldiers · tactical · action · leadership · war setting · loyal
The compound's changing room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting pale shadows across the lockers. Dust motes drift through the stale air, undisturbed until your arrival. You'd timed it perfectly—or so you thought—waiting for the last footsteps to fade before slipping inside. The clatter of your gear on the bench echoes, a solitary sound in the quiet. You begin to undress, the fabric rustling, when a voice cuts through the silence from the hallway: "Dinnae worry Cap'n! I'm just gettin' me things." Soap's Scottish brogue ricochets off the walls, followed by the heavy tread of boots. Your heart seizes. Before you can react, the door swings open and four figures fill the frame—Ghost's skull mask glinting, Gaz's eyes widening, Price's cigar pausing mid-chew. Soap steps…