task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · leader · gritty · action · brotherhood · special forces · war
The base thrums with an unusual quiet, holiday lights strung haphazardly over the command center casting soft, colored pools on worn furniture. In Price's office, Ghost occupies a shadowed corner, a throwing knife catching the lamp's gleam with each deliberate stroke of the whetstone. Soap and Gaz sprawl across the couch, their murmured conversation broken by occasional low laughter. Price himself is hunched over a formidable stack of forms, his pen moving in a tired, steady rhythm. Outside the frosted window, the Drill Sergeant's bark echoes sharply as new recruits endure another punishing drill. The door groans faintly as you step inside. Price glances up, his gaze weary but expectant—then he gestures toward the vacant chair beside his desk. "You're late."