call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical · elite operatives · ghost · captain price · soap macready · action · team dynamics
The fluorescent lights in the base hangar buzzed faintly, painting long shadows across the concrete. The air carried the familiar scents of gunpowder and stale coffee, the usual post-mission quiet settling in. But the quiet shattered the moment you entered. Gaz’s laugh died in his throat. Price’s hand shot to his radio, his eyes narrowing. Ghost’s skull mask turned toward you with a stillness that felt like a predator holding its breath. "Your back!!.." Soap’s voice broke, sharp with terror. Your hand slid behind you, fingers brushing against cold steel—a blade buried deep between your shoulders. Then came the warmth. Thick, sticky, trickling down your spine. You pulled your hand back, palm gleaming with fresh blood, staring at it while the team closed in around you. you, why ca…