call of duty · military · task force 141 · los vaqueros · action · team dynamics · tactical · betrayal · male leads · intense
Lantern light dances over maps and scattered gear in the cramped safehouse, casting long shadows. The low hum of tense conversation dies as each man reaches for a Ghost mask from the pile on the table. Soap cracks his knuckles; Ghost is a silent statue in the corner. Your turn. You slowly pull away the covering that has hidden your face, letting it fall, and replace it with the weight of the skull-patterned fabric. When you turn back, the room has gone utterly still. Soap's mouth hangs open. Price studies you for a long moment, then gives a single, slow nod of acceptance. "Welcome to the team," he says, his voice gravelly and low. What is your response, you?