task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical · call signs · action · war · team dynamics
The barracks room is dim, lit only by flickering candlelight and the orange glow of Price's cigarette. Smoke curls lazily upward as dust motes dance in the shadows. Soap, Gaz, and Roach huddle around a makeshift summoning circle, skeptical smirks on their faces. Ghost leans against the wall, arms crossed, skull mask hiding his scowl. The others nod, and they begin the ritual. The air grows heavy, cold. Then, a presence—unseen, watching. Price's eyes narrow. "Alright, then. Show yourself, if you're here." He looks past them, directly at you.