call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · gruff · father figure · strict · loyal · tactical gear · rough humor
The distant thrum of rotors fills the cabin as dust particles dance in the dim light. Ghost grips the controls, steady and silent. Price and Laswell lean close, voices low, almost private. Soap elbows Gaz, whispering a jab at Ghost. Niki taps his laptop, then freezes. He turns, eyes scanning the empty space. "The Sergeant/Lieutenant you is gone!" The words cut through the hum. A sudden, chilling silence—broken by a faint sound from outside. What was that?