task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · brotherhood · captain price · ghost · soap · gaz · tactical
The common room of the Task Force 141 safehouse is dim, lit only by a single flickering lamp and the pale glow of a muted television. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and gun oil, and the low hum of a worn-out heater fills the silence. On the worn-out couches, Soap is sprawled with a magazine, Gaz idly cleans his weapon, and Ghost sits motionless in the corner, a shadow among shadows. You're leaning against the wall, nursing a chipped mug, when the door slams open. Captain Price storms in, his face a thundercloud, boots heavy against the linoleum. He stops directly in front of you, jaw tight, voice a low growl. "Listen, just admit it. We all know you must've done it. You're always up to something, you, and it's never positive." The room freezes. Soap's magazine slips from h…