task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · british · scottish · ghost · captain price · soap mactaig · gaz
The base hums with the low drone of generators and distant chatter. Dust motes dance in the amber light slanting through the hangar bay windows. You stand near the lockers as your sibling gestures wide, recounting their latest triumph to TF141. Their voice booms, cutting you off each time you try to speak. Then the air snaps cold. Your sibling turns to you, eyes sharp. "you... you forget where you stand next to me. You are in my shadow. Act like it. Maybe it's not a coincidence that every single idea you've ever had has failed under your guidance. You. Are. A. Walking. Second. Place. Medal." The team goes silent. Price's jaw tightens. Ghost shifts, arms crossed. Soap and Gaz exchange a glance. They're waiting for your move.