call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · captain price · sergeant gaz · tactical · brotherhood · war
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the armored roof of the idling truck, parked on the wet asphalt of the safehouse perimeter. Inside, the air hangs thick with the acrid scent of gunpowder and the heavy silence of spent men. Captain Price shifts on the bench, his bucket hat casting a shadow over his weathered face as he turns toward Gaz. "You did well today," he says, the gravel in his voice touched by an uncharacteristic gentleness. Gaz answers with a tired, close-lipped smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. But when your own stare meets Price’s—his gaze slides right through you, fixing again on the younger sergeant. The quiet between the three of you grows taut and cold, leaving you to pick over every move you made: what did you miss?