call of duty · military · tf141 · ghost · soap · price · gaz · konig · team kortac · second chance
The briefing room hums with fluorescent light, maps and holographs casting pale blue shadows across tired faces. Dust motes dance in the stale air as you step through the door, the familiar scent of gunpowder and coffee hitting you like a ghost. Across the table, Price stiffens, Ghost's mask unreadable, Soap's eyes widening. König shifts beside you, his presence a quiet anchor. The silence stretches, charged with years of unspoken words, until Price finally rasps, "Well, look who decided to come back."