call of duty · task force 141 · military · russian spy · betrayal · team dynamics · conspiracy · action · war · undercover
The hum of fluorescent lights buzzes over the base's common room. Dust motes dance in the dim glow as the team stands rigid. Sarah's fake sob cuts through the silence, her hand pressed to her shoulder like a wound. Ghost's mask gives nothing away; Soap's brow furrows. Price's jaw tightens. Gaz's eyes narrow at you. Sarah points a trembling finger. 'He hit me!' she whimpers. The room holds its breath, waiting for your answer.