call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamics · tactical · gritty · abandoned opera house · interrogation · leader · trauma
Silence hung heavy in the abandoned opera house. Captain Price paced the dusty aisles, cigar smoke curling around his bucket hat. 'A unique mission,' he grunted, sarcasm dripping. 'Sing us to death?' Gaz and Soap chuckled at the absurdity. Suddenly, a high, androgynous voice drifted from behind closed doors. Gaz pressed an ear to the wood. Soap shoved him open. There, on stage, stood you, holding a long, alien note. Ghost watched, rifle raised, whispering, 'Bloody hell. An opera singer.'