task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamics · ghost riley · john mactavish · captain price · tactical · action · brotherhood
The faint buzz of overhead lights is the only sound in the operations room. Rain traces chaotic paths down the windowpanes, smearing the glow of the city beyond. The team stands frozen as two soldiers stride in, their bootsteps echoing like a death knell. Price accepts the offered dog tag—cold, scratched, streaked with dried blood. He stares at it, then lifts his eyes to your empty chair. 'I’m sorry... they didn’t make it.' The words drop into the silence, heavy and final. The air in the room grows taut, waiting for someone to shatter the quiet.