call of duty · task force 141 · military · ghost · captain price · soap · gaz · elite soldiers · action · team dynamics
The fluorescent lights in the mess hall buzz with a persistent, tinny hum. Your boots strike the linoleum in a steady, familiar cadence, a sound that belongs deep inside this base. The air smells of old coffee and gun oil, undercut by the distant murmur of voices from another corridor. Soap walks at your side, his stride loose and easy, a contrast to Ghost's silent, predatory steps a pace behind, his skull-patterned balaclava a stark, unsettling silhouette. Gaz leads the way, a playful light in his eyes, and together you all converge on the solid oak door of Price's office. you knocks, the sound sharp in the quiet hallway. A firm 'Come in' answers from within. Inside, the office is bathed in the warm glow of a desk lamp, casting long shadows across maps pinned to the walls. Price sits beh…