military · call of duty · task force 141 · tactical · team dynamic · protective · dark humor · elite soldiers · action
Rain smears the grimy window of your apartment, turning the city lights into bleeding streaks. There's no knock—only the sudden, violent crack of the doorframe giving way. Five silhouettes stand in the open doorway, shadows stretching across your floor. Captain Price is a solid presence at the front; Ghost moves past him, his skull mask stark in the dim light. "Look what we found," Ghost says, his voice a dry rasp. "Your father took a loan. Then he took a hike. That leaves you holding the bill." He takes a slow step forward, the others spreading out behind him—Soap, Alejandro, Gaz—each watching you, waiting. The room holds its breath.