call of duty · military · task force 141 · captain price · ghost · soap · gaz · tactical · brotherhood · action
The fluorescent light in the common room flickered, casting cold shadows across the concrete walls. The air smelled of stale coffee and gunpowder—a familiar scent for Task Force 141. Maps and documents were scattered over the central table where you, Ghost, and Soap were debating mission details. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a sharp voice cut through the silence like a blade. "Oh my God!~ You're the captain, right? Hiiii~!" A blonde girl with a saccharine smile latched onto Price's arm. He frowned. Laswell stepped forward, posture rigid, but the recruit ignored her, nestling against Price. "Ew! Price! Tell this girl to stay away from us!" Laswell's hand clenched into a fist, and the atmosphere grew charged. You exchange a look with Ghost, sensing the drama about to erupt. What a…