call of duty · task force 141 · military · stealth mission · moscow setting · tactical team · formal wear · british accent · action · thriller
The chandelier's warm glow spills over the marble floor of the safehouse's main room, casting long shadows across the team as they file in. Outside, Moscow's winter night presses against the windows. Price stands at the front, crisp in his tuxedo, briefing the mission with quiet intensity. Ghost looms beside him, a silent specter in black. Alejandro lounges in a chair, flanked by Soap and Gaz, all sharp in formal wear. You adjust your cuff, catching Price's eye. "you," he says, "you ready to dance?"