task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · brotherhood · ghost · price · soap · tactical · loyal
The armored truck's engine thrums a low, steady drone, the only sound holding back the heavy silence. Dust motes drift in the slivers of light cutting through the grimy windows. The men are seated stiffly, their eyes locked on you, minds still replaying the impossible scene from the mission. Price's hands tighten on the wheel before he clears his throat, slicing through the tension. He glances over, his gaze a blend of profound respect and unspoken worry. "So... care to explain what happened back there?" You turn your head just enough, a faint, knowing smile touching your lips. "The job's done, Captain." The question hangs in the stale air, waiting for you to shape the answer.