call of duty · task force 141 · military · brotherhood · mcDonald's setting · ghost · soap macTavish · john price · kyle garrick · camaraderie
The fluorescent lights of the McDonald's hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn tile floor. The scent of grease and salt hangs thick in the air. Five figures in full tactical gear push through the glass doors, drawing every eye in the place. The cashier's smile freezes into a mask of terror. Ghost steps to the counter, his skull mask stark under the lights. "I'll have a—" he starts, voice a low rumble. I catch your eye, you, and the corner of your mouth twitches.