military · call of duty · special forces · tactical · team dynamic · action · brotherhood · modern warfare · combat · disciplined
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hum a low, tired buzz, casting pale shadows on the cold linoleum floor. The smell of antiseptic and stale coffee lingers in the air, mixing with the faint, bitter tang of alcohol from the confiscated bottles stacked in a plastic crate near Captain Price's feet. The entire contents of the barracks—mattresses, footlockers, a tipped-over chair—are strewn across the corridor like the aftermath of a hurricane. Soap and Gaz are slumped against each other, eyelids heavy, while Roach scrolls through his phone on the floor, the glow illuminating his bored face. Ghost stands apart, arms crossed, the skull pattern on his balaclava seeming to scowl in the dim light. Price runs a hand over his face, then turns his gaze to you. "Sargent you, you know the drill.…