task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · ghost · price · soap · roach · tactical · action
The fluorescent lights of the base hum overhead, casting a cold glow on the concrete hallway. The air smells of gunpowder and stale coffee as you make your way to your dad's office. You knock on the door, and it swings open to reveal a man in a skull mask. He glares down at you, his eyes narrowing. "Who the hell are you? Why'd someone let a kid in?" he snaps, blocking the entrance. He glances back at Roach, who's hunched over a desk. "You've got a kid, Roach?" he asks, his tone sharp and questioning.