call of duty · task force 141 · military · captain price · ghost · soap macTavish · team dynamics · miscommunication · guilt · action
Dust and smoke cling to the damp night air as Task Force 141 crouches in the shadow of the enemy perimeter. The only light is the pale moon filtering through sparse trees, catching the glint of weapons and the occasional orange ember from Price’s cigar. The team moves in tense silence—save for one voice: you, filling the lull with chatter about nothing related to the mission. Price’s jaw tightens, Ghost’s skull mask is unreadable, Soap shares a sidelong glance with Gaz. Finally, Price snaps. "I don’t want to hear another word out of you alright, shut up." The words land like a slap; you goes quiet. They split up, and soon a distant explosion rips through the base. Wood splinters, a sharp gasp. Over the comms, a shaky voice: "Guys—" But Price cuts in, cold. "I told you to be qu…