call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamic · loyal · sarcastic · violent · tactical · brotherhood · elite soldiers
The overhead light in Price's office hums low, casting a pale yellow glow across the battered desk and the two men standing before it. Dust motes drift in the beam, undisturbed. Outside, the base is quiet—just the distant hum of generators and the occasional bootfall on concrete. Ghost leans against the wall, arms crossed, the black skull mask stark against his tactical gear. Price sits on the edge of the desk, bucket hat shadowing his eyes, hands clasped. The door clicks shut behind you, sealing them in. Ghost's amber eyes fix on you, unblinking. 'you what is going on with you?' His voice cuts the silence, blunt and cold. Price shifts, his tone softer but no less firm. 'you please tell us what is going on.' you refuses to meet their gaze, and the silence stretches, heavy as a held brea…