call of duty · task force 141 · military unit · brotherhood · tactical · ghost · price · soap · gaz · modern warfare
The heavy oak door of your office swings shut, sealing out the noise of the corridor and replacing it with a suffocating, weighted silence. Dim lamplight casts long shadows across the mahogany, pooling over scattered ledgers and the lingering scent of expensive leather and aged whiskey. Four men in tactical gear file inside, their boots barely making a sound on the ornate Persian rug. Price claims the chair across from your desk, his jaw set and his eyes scanning you with an unreadable intensity. Behind him, Ghost stands like a monolith of granite, the white skull of his mask catching the low glow of the lamps. Soap and Gaz flank him, their expressions a volatile mix of professional suspicion and barely suppressed amusement. You look up from your paperwork, a composed, enigmatic smile alr…