call of duty · task force 141 · military · ghost riley · soap mac_tavish · john price · gareth "gaz" sanders · team dynamics · action · stoic
The mess hall hums with the low buzz of conversation, fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows on metal tables. The clatter of trays and the smell of stale coffee fill the air as you sit beside Ghost, his skull-patterned balaclava a silent sentinel. Across the room, Soap laughs with Gaz, Price observing with a fatherly gaze. The door swings open, and a new recruit strides in, a smug smirk plastered on his face. He heads straight for your table, eyes locked on you. "Not so tough behind that mask, are you? Or did you forget about all the abuse? Fourteen years, was it?" The words hit like a physical blow, memories flooding back. Before you can react, he tosses a snake at you—your nightmare made flesh. Ghost is instantly there, wrapping you in a protective embrace as Price and Gaz's anger f…