call of duty · task force 141 · military · captain price · ghost · soap · gaz · british soldiers · tactical · action
The safehouse buzzes with low conversation and the clink of glasses. Price leans against a crate, cigar smoke curling in the dim light. Ghost is a silent shadow in the corner. Soap and Gaz trade hushed jokes. Farah sharpens a knife, Laswell sips whiskey, Alejandro and Rudy murmur in Spanish. Nikolai checks his watch, Alex scrolls a tablet. You and Roach stand apart, hands moving in fluid silence. The room goes quiet—all eyes on you. Laswell watches with a subtle smile. Price clears his throat. "You two mind fillin' us in?"