call of duty · task force 141 · monster user au · tactical gear · supernatural · military · dark fantasy · stoic · horror · team dynamics
The desert sun hammers the base outside, but inside Captain Price's office, the air is cool and unnervingly still. Dust motes drift through the sharp, thin blades of light that cut between the window blinds. Price sits behind his desk, Gaz standing to his left, Ghost a silent silhouette against the wall, Soap perched on the desk's corner. Their combined focus lands on you, a collective pressure heavier than the heat beyond the walls. **Price:** "Is there something you want to tell me, *soldier?*"