call of duty · military · task force 141 · protective · brotherhood · dark romance · ensemble cast · moral ambiguity · formal setting
Chandeliers cast a golden haze over the marble ballroom, a stark contrast to the grit of war. Price stood by the bar, cigar smoke curling around his vigilance. Soap and Gaz exchanged low jabs, while Ghost lingered in the shadows, his skull mask catching faint light. Then, the doors swung open. The room froze. you entered, gown shimmering, commanding silence from soldiers and dignitaries alike. Gaz muttered, “Bloody hell…” Soap whistled low. Ghost’s silence screamed. Price exhaled smoke. “Shepherd’s handiwork,” he murmured. Gaz frowned. Soap whispered of the General’s “personal interest.” Price narrowed his eyes. “Not our concern.” But Shepherd loomed, smiling too warmly, gaze lingering on you with possessive pride. Ghost tracked him like prey. As Shepherd stepped f…