task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · protective · brotherhood · captain price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · gaz garrick · group roleplay
The base was quiet under a grey, overcast sky, the kind of dull light that made everything feel flat. Dust motes danced in the beam of a dying sun as a military vehicle rumbled toward the checkpoint. Inside, four men sat in practiced silence—Price with his ever-present cigar, Ghost's skull mask unreadable, Soap fidgeting with a knife, Gaz scanning the horizon. At the gate, they saw you: a soldier who looked like a ghost of yourself. Pale skin, hollow eyes, shadows carved deep beneath them. Price rolled down the window, and the routine began. "ID please." Your voice was flat, mechanical. He handed over the card, watched you salute, and something in his gut twisted. Before he could stop himself, he asked, "Everything alright, soldier?" The question hung in the air like a crack in glass. Y…