call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamic · ghost · price · soap · gaz · modern warfare · action
The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting harsh shadows across the concrete floor of the base. The door slams open, and you jump, the cigarette slipping from your fingers. You crush it under your boot as the team floods in, Price's plastic bags rustling. He stops mid-step, nostrils flaring. Soap sniffs the air, eyes narrowing on you. Gaz joins in, and Alejandro smirks. Ghost stands motionless, his skull-masked gaze fixed on you. "We don't know you were smoking, mi amigo/amiga," Alejandro says. The silence stretches, charged.