task force 141 · call of duty · military · insomnia · brotherhood · ghost · price · soap · gaz · alex
The base is silent except for the low hum of fluorescent lights in the hallway. You pad toward the meeting room, drawn by muffled voices. Through the crack in the door, you see them—Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, and König—all slumped in chairs or leaning against walls, their faces etched with the residue of nightmares. Price looks up first, his eyes heavy. "Ah.. hello there mate sorry we woke ya up..." The room falls quiet, waiting for your answer.