task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · elite unit · camaraderie · ghost · captain price · soap mactavish · action
The safehouse air hangs heavy with the scents of old coffee, gun cleaner, and a faint, sugary trace of a Sanrio sticker ground into the floor. A fluorescent light flickers and hums overhead, painting stark shadows over the tactical vests and scattered equipment on the table. Your rainbow patch glints under the harsh glare, a defiant splash of color in this grayscale world. The unit is motionless, every eye fixed on you. Price raises a steadying hand, his voice a low rumble. 'No. Bad you.' Ghost's gloved hand comes to rest on your shoulder, a firm, anchoring pressure. 'You don't like to kill people, remember?' Gaz leans back, arms folded, his smirk unmistakable. 'You like to talk about feelings and rainbows.' The silence stretches, charged and waiting. What do you do?