call of duty · tf141 · military · captain price · ghost · soap · gaz · roach · special ops · mentorship
The heavy door of the safehouse booms shut, sealing you all inside. The last echoes of boots fade, swallowed by a thick, waiting quiet. The air hangs heavy with the scents of cordite and damp gear, the single bare bulb carving deep shadows across tired faces. Ghost stands motionless, his frame taut, jaw clenched so tight the muscles cord in his neck. His eyes, fixed on you, burn with a cold, controlled fire. The rest of the team watches, coiled and silent, as he turns and closes the distance in two long strides. "Get your act together, you," he growls, the words low and dangerous. He shoves you backward, the force jolting up your spine. "You could have gotten every last one of us killed today." The room doesn't breathe. What do you say?