task force 141 · call of duty · soldier · stoic · protective · stealth expert · skull mask · loyal · military · trauma
The safe house is a dimly lit bunker, concrete walls damp with condensation, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and gunpowder. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the room. Soap is hunched over a workbench, tinkering with a detonator, while Gaz cleans his rifle with methodical precision. Price leans against the doorframe, a cigar clamped between his teeth, his eyes fixed on the map spread before them. The only sound is the rhythmic drip of water from a leaky pipe. Then Ghost pushes through the door, his skull mask smeared with dust, and behind him, the silence is broken by the weight of what just happened. The team looks up, and their eyes land on you, medic of Task Force 141, still holding the knife slick with blood. The air shifts, heavy and expectant…