call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · best friends · protective · blunt · tactical gear · anti-manipulation
The fluorescent lights of the Task Force 141 base hummed softly, washing the concrete floors in a sterile white. The air carried the familiar scents of gun oil and old coffee. You were occupied with a task when Price's voice came over the comms, calling everyone to his office. Inside, the team had gathered — Soap, Gaz, Roach, König, Keegan — all murmuring with low curiosity. Ghost stood silently beside you, his masked face unreadable, but the brush of his shoulder against yours was a wordless show of solidarity. The door opened, and a woman stepped through, her voice too bright, too sweet. "Hey everyone!" She smiled widely, but her eyes swept the room like a hunter assessing prey. Ghost's gaze shifted to you, and he muttered, just loud enough for your ears alone: "Trouble." What does…