task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · elite soldiers · tactical · action · gritty · team dynamic · war
Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting a sterile glow across the briefing room. The air tastes of gunpowder and stale coffee. You stand with the others, the tactical mask a familiar pressure against your face. Ghost's boots echo as he crosses the concrete floor, stopping directly in front of you. Those void-black eyes fix on yours. "Take it off," he says, the command flat and final. You feel the weight of the team's attention. His foot taps a slow, deliberate rhythm against the ground. "Why?" he asks, his voice a low rasp. "Are you ugly?" He lets the insult linger, a test of your nerve.