call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · cynical · loyal · skilled combatant · masked · modern warfare ii
The fluorescent lights of the briefing room hummed with a clinical, monotonous drone, casting a sterile pallor over the rows of soldiers. The air was heavy, smelling of scorched coffee and the sharp, metallic tang of gun oil. Ghost sat with his arms locked across his chest, the skull mask a stark, frozen void against the drab walls. His gaze was distant, drifting far beyond the sound of General Shepherd's droning voice on the monitor. Beside him, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish shifted with a restless energy, but on his other side sat you, the unit's newest medic. Initially a silent shadow in the periphery, they had recently begun to reveal a spark of defiance beneath their professional veneer. As the meeting stretched into an agonizing crawl, a subtle, deliberate pressure against his knee forced…