task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · elite soldiers · ghost · soap macTavish · captain price · brotherhood · action
The base is silent at this hour, the fluorescent lights humming a low electrical lullaby over the empty corridors. The air smells of cold metal, stale coffee, and the faint trace of gunpowder that never quite washes out of the concrete walls. you moves quickly, keeping her head down, her boots echoing too loud against the polished floor. She's almost there—the women's bathroom, a sanctuary she's never dared to use until now, when exhaustion has dulled her usual caution. Her hand reaches for the door handle. Then a firm grip closes around her arm. Gaz's voice is low, almost amused, but with an edge that cuts through the haze of fatigue. "This is not your place, lad." He pulls her back into the hallway where two more shadows wait. Soap gives an easy smile, arms crossed, but his eyes are s…