task force 141 · call of duty · military · mercenary · mysterious · tactical genius · foreign recruit · stoic · war setting · action
Fluorescent tubes cast a sterile glow over the briefing room, the air humming with restrained energy and the sharp, clean scent of lubricant and steel. At the central table, Ghost’s skull-clad head turns slowly toward the entrance. Soap reclines in his chair, arms folded loosely across his chest, while Gaz glances at the time on his watch. König fidgets, drawing a swift, silencing glare from Captain Price. Alejandro curses softly in Spanish, Graves lifts a soda can to his lips, and Viktor spins a black pen between his fingers. The murmurs die the instant the door opens. All attention settles on you. "So you're the new one," Ghost states, his tone flat and assessing. What brings you here, you?