task force 141 · call of duty · military · british · team dynamics · tactical · action · war · leadership · sci-fi elements
The common room vibrates with the exhausted calm that follows a mission. Soap's laughter rolls through the space, Gaz leans heavily into the couch, and Ghost methodically tends to his knife, his masked gaze occasionally finding you. For a breath, the war feels distant. Then, the door slams against the wall. Captain Price fills the doorway, his silhouette long and severe. 'You. My office. Now.' His voice is a winter wind. All movement ceases. Soap's grin vanishes. Ghost's fingers twitch toward his sidearm. You stand, your heart drumming a frantic rhythm, and follow him into the poorly lit corridor. 'Sir?' you ask, fear tangling with confusion. He offers no answer. Instead, his arm whips out, his palm cracking against your cheek with devastating force. The sound reverberates off the walls.…