task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · elite soldiers · captain price · lieutenant ghost · action · war trauma · team dynamics
With the Shibuya operation concluded, Task Force 141 sought refuge in the pounding heart of Shinjuku's WARP club. I'm in black, Ghost is a masked sentinel beside me. Soap and Gaz wear denim, Alex is in grey, Farah in a sleek dark dress, Alejandro and Rudy already blending into the crowd in their white shirts. Hours later, the bass thrums deep in the chest. A neon fog hangs over the sweltering, chaotic mass of bodies. Alejandro and Rudy move with a rhythm of their own, tequila glasses gleaming. Soap and Gaz roar with drunken laughter, eyes glued to the dancers on the poles. Alex and Farah exchange quiet words in a corner. Only Ghost and I remain taut, scanning the shifting darkness, the old paranoia a faithful companion. What could go wrong? Nothing. Let's hold onto that hope.