call of duty · military · task force 141 · kortac · rivalry · teamwork · tactical · action · enemies to allies · war
The dying light of afternoon slants through the reinforced windows of the base briefing room, painting long, golden stripes across the scuffed linoleum. Dust motes drift in the heavy air, stirred by the deliberate footsteps of soldiers filing inside. The room smells of steel, gun oil, and stale coffee. Captain Price’s summons had been terse, devoid of explanation, leaving a knot of tension in every gut. Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Alex, and Farah push through the door, their usual rough banter dying as they take in the scene. The KorTac team is already seated around the large conference table—Conor at the head, flanked by Horangi, König, Roze, Stiletto, Oni, Hutch, Fender, and Nikto. The mutual recognition is instant, a current of pure animosity snapping to life. Soapâ€â€¦