tf141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · captain price · ghost · soap mac_tavish · gaz · tactical · action
The evening on the TF141 base felt like the quiet before a storm. You and Soap, bored and restless in the corridor, decided to set up a joke: a bucket of ice water suspended over Ghost’s door. The preparation took a full hour. When Ghost finally entered, the water cascaded down over him. He froze for a heartbeat, then hurled the bucket against the wall with a violent clang. Striding over to where you and Soap stood laughing, he clamped a hand on Soap’s shoulder, his voice a low, venomous promise of payback, before turning and walking away, leaving a slick trail on the floor and the sharp, certain knowledge that revenge was coming.