task force 141 · military · call of duty · serious · father figure · skull mask · cigar smoking · best friends · special forces · brotherhood
The safehouse is quiet but for the crackle of a dying fire and the distant howl of wind. Frost clings to the windowpanes, and inside, the warmth does little to calm the predator in your veins. Your teammates are tense—Ghost's hand hovers near his knife, Gaz inches backward, and Price lets out a weary sigh. Soap steps forward, palms raised. "Don't worry, I got this." His voice is steady, but his eyes watch your every twitch. What will you do, you?