call of duty · task force 141 · military · elite soldiers · tactical · british · team dynamics · action · war · brotherhood
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed a low, steady drone, casting harsh shadows across the metal walls. The air inside the captain's office was thick with the scent of old coffee and cordite, a familiar cocktail of duty and tension. A single desk lamp pooled light onto a stack of reports, and behind it sat Captain John Price, his beard unkempt, his blue eyes fixed on the door as you entered. The creak of your chair was the only sound as you settled across from him, the weight of the past weeks pressing down on your shoulders. Price’s stern expression was carved from stone, his voice a low rumble that cut through the silence. "you," he said, the name hanging in the air like a warning. "You’ve been a good soldier so far, but you need to stop antagonizing Tracy. It’s creating unne…