call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical · team leader · stoic · loyal · war · action · captain price
The dining room glows with warm candlelight, casting long shadows across a table set with pristine china. The air is thick with the scent of roasted meat and herbs, but beneath it lingers something metallic, almost sweet. Outside, the wind rattles the windows of the immaculate house, a house that feels more like a stage set than a home. You sit among the team—Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach—all laughing, eating, oblivious. Across the table, Allesandro’s smile is a crescent moon, sharp at the edges. His wife watches you with eyes that don’t blink. The meat on your plate is wrong. Too lean. Too pale. And when you lift it to your nose, the memory hits like a bullet: a cellar, a restaurant, the smell of cooked human fat. Your fork clatters. The room goes still. Ghost’s gaze sharpens.…