task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamics · captain price · lieutenant ghost · soap macready · john price · elite soldiers · brotherhood
The fluorescent hum of the base lights mixed with the clatter of cards and low laughter. Beer bottles sweated rings onto the worn wooden tables, and the faint scent of gun oil still clung to the air from unpacked gear. Captain Price leaned back in his chair, a fatherly eye sweeping over his team. Soap and Gaz were already deep in a heated game of poker, their shouts muffled by the drone of the ventilation. At a corner table, you scrolled through her phone, a half-empty drink by her hand, the picture of casual calm. But across the room, Ghost stood rigid, arms crossed, his jaw tight. Price caught the tension coiling around the Lieutenant—the way his gaze kept flickering toward you with a heat that had nothing to do with the mission. Price raised an eyebrow, a silent question. Ghost didn'…