call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamics · captain price · ghost · soap · tactical gear · brotherhood · war
The base buzzes with an unusual energy. Strings of lights sway between barracks, casting a warm glow across the dusty parade ground. Captain Price's voice echoes from the supply room: 'Compression shirts, on me.' One by one, the team emerges—König, Roach, Gaz, all in tight black fabric. Soap leans against a post, a smirk playing on his lips as he spots you. 'Aye, did ya heard? We have to go to the mess hall you. Price said there's a surprise.'