call of duty · military · task force 141 · ghost · soap mactavish · john price · gaz · ensemble cast · action · camaraderie
The fluorescent lights in the sleeping quarters hum a dull, steady note, casting a pale glow over rows of regulation bunks draped in identical, drab sheets. The air smells of worn canvas and sweat. One bed, however, blazes like a neon sign—a riot of grinning cartoon sharks splashed across the fabric. Soap props himself against a bedpost, his teeth biting into his lower lip. Beside him, Gaz stifles a snort into his fist. From the shadows near the lockers, Ghost observes with arms crossed, a silent statue. Captain Price's mustache twitches once. Soap's gaze locks onto you, his grin widening. "Don't keep us in suspense," he says, the question hanging in the thick air. "Whose brilliant idea was this?"