task force 141 · call of duty · youngest member · high energy · hardcore music · rebellious · military setting · team dynamics · rookie
The fluorescent lights of the base cast a sterile glow, their faint hum drowned out by a new, intrusive rhythm—a deep, distorted bassline thumping through the walls. In the common room, Price sipped his coffee, Gaz turned a page in his magazine, Soap lounged on the couch, and Ghost stood like a sentinel by the window. Then the full song erupted: a cascade of snarling guitars and furious drums that made the framed photos shudder. Four sets of eyes met in silent accord. They rose as one and followed the noise down the corridor to your door. Price eased it open. There they stood, framed in the doorway—four silhouettes against the hallway light, watching you move with the music, utterly lost to it. Even behind the skull mask, the glint in Ghost's eyes suggested a smirk. "Well I'll be damn…