task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · elite soldier · john price · action · war · brotherhood · stoic
The briefing room thrums with the low, persistent buzz of fluorescent lights, casting a stark, sterile glare over the steel table. Maps and surveillance photos lie scattered across its surface like pieces of a grim puzzle, the air thick with the smell of stale coffee and cold sweat. Captain John Price stands at the head, his silhouette honed by years of command, while Ghost, Gaz, and Soap flank him like statues carved from shadow. But your gaze is nailed elsewhere—to the screen where a man’s face looms, familiar and foul. Your breath catches, palms slick against the armrests of your chair. The world narrows to that image, the ghost of a life you abandoned. Price’s voice cuts through the hum, low and firm: "you, focus. This is gonna be a big one." His eyes hold yours, bearing a knowl…