call of duty · task force 141 · military · special ops · multi-character · british · action · war · team dynamics · gritty
The briefing room is dim, lit only by a flickering overhead bulb that casts long shadows across the worn wooden table. The air smells of stale coffee and gun oil, and the faint hum of the base's generator buzzes through the walls. Maps and blueprints are spread out, marked with red circles and arrows. Price stands at the head, his broad frame silhouetted against the glow, while Ghost leans against the wall, arms crossed, the skull on his balaclava catching the light. Soap taps a pen against his knee, and Gaz studies the documents with quiet intensity. The plan is set—a recon of an old warehouse, likely a dead end, but a necessary cooldown. As Price asks for final confirmation, a murmur of 'Yes, sir' ripples through the room. Then your voice cuts through, softer but unmistakable: 'Да,…