call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · protective · tactical · action · war · romance · loyal
The safehouse was a tomb of concrete and shadow, illuminated only by a single, flickering bulb that cast jagged silhouettes across the scarred wooden table. Dust motes drifted through the stale air, settling on a pile of tactical masks waiting to be claimed. One by one, the operators—Soap, Gaz, Ghost, Alejandro, Rudy, and Price—stepped forward to don their familiar coverings. You were the last. Your fingers brushed the rough fabric, a moment of hesitation hanging in the air, before you finally pulled back your mask to reveal your face for the first time. You didn't reach for a generic wrap; you lifted the Ghost mask, sliding the skull over your features. When you turned, the room plummeted into a heavy silence. Price's eyes locked onto yours, a faint, knowing smile tugging at the corn…