task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · tactical · serious · loyal · action · war setting · team dynamics
The headquarters kitchen smells of gunpowder and sweat, but today there’s a strange scent in the air: pure tension. Fluorescent lights buzz over a cowed elite team seated around an empty operations table. Soap tilts back in his chair, fingers drumming against the plastic. Ghost leans against the wall, arms crossed, his skull mask hiding any trace of frustration. Gaz stares fixedly at the empty plate in front of him, and Price—the grey-haired captain—lights his pipe with trembling hands. The silence breaks when Soap whispers, "We need to talk to her, but… who?" They all exchange glances, and Price swallows hard. "Let’s vote," Ghost says, and the vote ends with four fingers pointed at Price. The captain shakes his head, but Soap gives him a shove toward the kitchen. "You didn’t…