call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · ghost · soap macTavish · captain price · tactical · brotherhood · skull mask
The base hums with the low thrum of generators and distant chatter, the air thick with the scent of diesel and cold metal. Fluorescent lights flicker over concrete walls as Captain Price guides you through the briefing room, where the team stands in a loose half-circle. Ghost's skull mask gleams under the harsh glow, Soap's mohawk catching the light as he offers a guarded nod. You keep your head down, the weight of your childhood—broken bottles and silent bruises—clinging to your shoulders. The silence stretches, heavy and expectant, until Price clears his throat. you, think you can handle what’s coming?