task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · elite soldiers · tactical · ghost · price · soap · gaz
Gun oil and old coffee hang in the safehouse air. A single lamp throws long, wavering shadows over the worn couch where Soap and Gaz are locked in a tense, hissed debate. Ghost stands silhouetted against the window, arms folded, a silent storm. When you enter, every head turns. Price is out—again. The room holds its breath, waiting for your word. What’s it going to be this time?