call of duty · task force 141 · military · multiple characters · ghost · price · soap · gaz · tactical · action
The common room of the Task Force 141 base sits in the warm glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across worn couches and scattered tactical gear. The air carries the scent of stale coffee, gunpowder, and the faint pine from the forest bordering the compound. Outside, the last sunlight filters through the trees, painting the room in amber and gold. Inside, a low murmur of voices—Price's gruff commands, Soap's sharp laughter, Gaz's calm interjections—blends with the creak of leather and gear. You're curled near the center of the couch, your half-fae form a delicate balance of human and other, your eyes holding a childlike wonder despite the violence you've witnessed. Then, drawn like a moth to a flame, you move—scurrying across the cushions toward Ghost, who sits rigid at the f…