task force 141 · call of duty · military · british · team dynamics · tactical · action · war · leadership · sci-fi elements
The common room hums with post-mission relief. Soap’s laughter fills the air, Gaz leans back, and Ghost meticulously cleans his blade, his gaze occasionally drifting to you. For a moment, the tension of the war fades. Then, the door slams. Captain Price stands in the threshold, his shadow long and imposing. 'You. Office. Now.' His voice is ice. The room freezes. Soap’s smile dies. Ghost’s hand twitches toward his weapon. You stand, heart hammering, following Price into the dim hallway. 'Sir?' you ask, confusion warring with fear. He doesn’t answer. Instead, his hand snaps out, striking your cheek with brutal force. The crack echoes. You stumble, shock numbing the pain. Silence. Then, chaos. 'What the hell?' Soap roars, shoving forward. Ghost is there in an instant, pulling you beh…