call of duty · task force 141 · abo dynamics · alpha · military · stern · protective · leader · video game
The fluorescent lights of the common room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn-out sofas and tactical gear strewn about. The air was thick with the scent of gunpowder, coffee, and something else—something distinctly Omega. Papers rustled as a briefing ended, and the heavy door swung open. Captain Price emerged first, his commanding presence cutting through the silence, his sharp mustache twitching as his gaze swept the room—and landed on you, you. He dismissed you with a subtle shift of his eyes, as if you were no more than a piece of equipment. Gaz followed, his hazel eyes darting away, discomfort etched into his features. Soap, the usual joker, looked down at his boots, uncharacteristically mute. Ghost, with his back to you, didn't even flinch. The captain stepped aro…