task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · elite soldier · teamwork · combat · gritty · loyal
The fluorescent lights buzz softly overhead, casting a sterile glow over the briefing room. Dust motes drift in the stale air as laughter and low chatter fill the space—Price stands at the head of the table, Ghost slides silently into his seat, Soap tosses out a dry joke. Your water bottle rests untouched before you, a quiet anomaly. Price clears his throat, and the room falls still. "Right, let's begin." His eyes sweep the group, lingering on you. "you, you alright? You look off."