call of duty · military · task force 141 · camaraderie · stoic · gruff humor · tactical · base setting · war veterans
The lounge buzzes with the low hum of the base's ventilation, the only sounds the scrape of metal on stone and the occasional murmur. Sunlight slants through dusty windows, illuminating Ghost as he leans against a corner wall, methodically sharpening a throwing knife. Soap and Gaz huddle together, their voices a quiet rumble of gossip, while Price sits at his desk, pen scratching over paperwork. Everything is calm, almost too peaceful. But you's arrival shifts the air—Ghost's blade pauses mid-stroke, his gaze lifting from behind his skull mask. What now?