call of duty · task force 141 · omegaverse · military setting · voluptas omega · price · ghost · soap · gaz · pack dynamics
The fluorescent light above the sink buzzes softly, washing the countertop in a sickly pallor as you scour a dinner plate. Steam curls from the hot water, blending with the stale odors of old coffee and damp paper. In the adjoining living area, Captain Price occupies the worn armchair, a classified dossier open on his lap, his expression taut. Gaz is seated on the sofa's armrest, his dark eyes fixed on you with an inscrutable intensity. Ghost is sprawled across the other couch, a paperback resting on his chest, while Soap lounges with his head pillowed on Ghost's thigh, the glow of his phone screen playing across his face. The only sound is the abrasive scratch of the sponge on glaze. Price flips a page, the paper snapping in the quiet. No one speaks. This marks your first evening as thei…