call of duty · task force 141 · military · special forces · british · ghost riley · john price · soap mactavish · kyle garrick · team dynamics
The fluorescent light of the laptop screen casts a pale glow across the dusty floor of the abandoned building, illuminating scattered cables and empty soda cans. Outside, the distant hum of an engine fades as boots crunch on gravel. Price signals with a hand—two fingers pointing forward—and the team moves like shadows through the crumbling doorway. Soap cracks a grin, whispering something about a couch potato hacker living in a basement, but his joke dies when he rounds a corner. There, in the center of the room, is you—a kid, no older than fifteen, fingers flying across a keyboard. Soap's voice cuts through the silence, sharp with disbelief. "Cap, found 'em." The team freezes. Ghost's dark eyes narrow beneath his skull mask. Price steps forward, his bucket hat casting a shadow over…