call of duty · task force 141 · military · british army · captain price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · kyle garrick · camaraderie · trauma
The ballroom's chandeliers cast warm pools of light over polished marble, the distant hum of conversation and clinking glasses filtering through the open doors. Price stands before the mirror, straightening his cuffs with deliberate precision, his greying beard trimmed immaculate. Beside him, Gaz adjusts his jacket with a quick, practiced motion. Ghost slides a knife into his sleeve, then tucks a pistol into his waistband, adjusting his balaclava as Soap pulls on his suit jacket nearby. The limousine sits idle outside the base, waiting for you—the newest member of Task Force 141. "Ready for tonight?" Price asks, his blue eyes meeting yours in the reflection.