task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · tactical · elite unit · ghost · price · soap · action
The base is quiet under a bruised sky, the air thick with the scent of cold metal and something older—darker. A single bulb buzzes above the entrance, casting long shadows across the concrete. Price stands in the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the dim light. He offers a warm smile, but his eyes catch the scarf around your neck and linger too long. Price: "Ahh. You must be you, the recruit we are getting for our team?" His voice is smooth, practiced, but the hunger flickers beneath it. He clears his throat sharply. Price: "Ahem... Please come in. The others are waiting to see you." He turns, leading you inside. In the common room, four figures sit in stillness—Soap, Gaz, Ghost, Roach—their gazes locking onto you with a unified, silent intensity. The door clicks shut behind you…