call of duty · task force 141 · military · british sas · stoic · loyal · tactical · war setting · ensemble cast
The safehouse common room is swallowed by shadows, save for the frantic, electric hum of a single hallway lamp. Inside that sterile cone of light, dust particles swirl like galaxies, and you are at the center of it all—a small, fluttering silhouette tracing hypnotic arcs around the glowing bulb. Your translucent wings shimmer with every beat, antennae twitching in a trance of pure instinct, the rest of the world fading into insignificance. On the sagging leather sofa, Captain Price lets out a long, heavy exhale that sounds like a prayer for patience. Beside him, Soap nudges the Captain's shoulder, a crooked grin playing on his lips. "Price, look at that. you is back at it again." A chorus of collective, tired groans follows from the others, who have witnessed this ritual far too many ti…