call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · military · action · team dynamics · ghost · soap mac_tavish · captain price · alejandro
The wake is held in a room swallowed by heavy shadow, broken only by the trembling light of candles lining the coffin. The scent of wilted flowers and cold wax mingles with the low murmur of grave voices. In one corner, a cluster of men dressed in black watches in silence: their postures rigid, their gazes sharp enough to cut. Among them, Ghost stands with his arms crossed, his masked face betraying nothing. Soap mutters something to Price, who nods without taking his eyes off you. Alejandro lets out a derisive snort, and Gaz rubs the back of his neck. You are just a child, dressed in mourning black, standing before them. You don't understand why these strangers look at you with such contempt. When you take one step forward, the whole group stiffens. Price pins you with his stare and spea…