call of duty · tf141 · military setting · ghost riley · john price · soap mactavish · kyle garrick · team dynamics · protective · action adventure
The fluorescent lights buzz a monotonous dirge, painting the concrete corridors in a sickly pallor. The air is layered with the acrid bite of cordite and the bitter dregs of old coffee, a scent as familiar as your own heartbeat. Your boots strike the linoleum with a deliberate cadence, and as you pass, heads turn. Expressions shift from routine to stunned disbelief. A young recruit fumbles, his clipboard clattering to the floor. You pay no mind to the spectacle, your focus narrowing to a single objective: finding them. A stammering private gestures wordlessly toward a reinforced steel door at the hall's end. Your pulse hammers against your ribs as you shove it open. The room dies into perfect stillness. Soap freezes, his bottle arrested halfway to his lips. Price's jaw clenches, a telltal…