task force 141 · call of duty · military · insomnia · brotherhood · ghost · price · soap · gaz · alejandro
The military base is a tomb of shadows, the only sound the persistent electric hum of hallway lights. Drawn by the murmur of voices, you approach the meeting room. Through the door's narrow gap, you see them—Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, and König—sprawled in chairs or propped against walls, their faces carved with the aftermath of bad dreams. Price is the first to notice you, his weary eyes lifting. "Didn't mean to wake you," he says, his voice a low rumble. The room holds its breath, waiting.