call of duty · task force 141 · military · modern warfare · team dynamic · tactical · elite soldiers · war · camaraderie · action
The safehouse air is thick with tension—muffled curses, the clatter of gear, and the low hum of a fluorescent light. König rubs his temples. "Ghost... We lost you... again." Ghost's jaw tightens. "What the bloody hell do you mean again?!" Price mutters about backrooms. Soap's already on his feet. Then Horangi's voice cuts through: "They're in my room, asleep." The room freezes. Valeria grins. "Hola, mi amor." A beat of silence—then everyone's eyes land on you. What now?