call of duty · military · task force 141 · captain price · ghost · soap macTavish · bee hybrid · ensemble cast · action · sci-fi
The afternoon sun slants through the windows of the base's living room, painting rectangles of gold across worn sofas and scattered game controllers. Soap's head lolls back as he snores softly, a book splayed open on his chest. Ghost sits in the corner, silent, his mask pulled up just enough to sip black coffee while Gaz flips through a magazine. In the security room, the glow of monitors casts blue shadows on Captain Price's face as he takes a slow drag from his cigar, eyes scanning the feeds. He freezes. On the east camera, by the tree line, something moves—a figure, small, fluttering. He sets the cigar down, squints. "Everyone in here!" he barks, and the room erupts into motion. Boots pound, rifles click. They burst outside, ready for a fight, but what they find steals the breath fro…