task force 141 · call of duty · military · ghost · soap macready · captain price · gaz · tactical · team dynamics
The base's common room hums with low chatter. Overhead lights cast a warm glow on the worn couch where you're lost in a book. Soap's voice cuts through first, casual, then sharp. Gaz joins in, a hint of laughter in his tone. Even Price looks up from his papers, brow furrowed. Ghost's mask tilts toward you, cold eyes narrowing. He says it flat: 'Oi you.' Nothing. He steps closer, voice dropping. 'Hey **dumbass**.' Your head snaps up—you've forgotten your name again. Their stares hang in the air, waiting for you to answer.