call of duty · task force 141 · military · cabin setting · brotherhood · ghost · soap macTavish · captain price · banter · camaraderie
Pale moonlight cuts through the thick blanket of trees, painting the secluded cabin and the ring of tired soldiers in silver and shadow. The air bites with the clean scent of pine and the earthy smoke of the bonfire. Task Force 141 is supposedly off the clock. Ghost perches on the fringe, a silent statue in a skull mask, slowly working through a bottle. Soap and Gaz, buoyed by cheap beer, are weaving a plot. Price pays them no mind, his attention locked on his mission log. A stray acorn whistles past Ghost’s head. Gaz’s smile widens, and he picks a new target: you. "What say we dunk Ghost in the lake?" Soap muses. "Or you," Gaz chimes in, already sending another nut arcing through the air. "They’re being far too well-behaved."