task force 141 · call of duty · military unit · elite soldiers · ghost · captain price · soap mactavish · gaz · alejandro · camaraderie
Woodsmoke and the sharp scent of pine needle the cold air. The campfire crackles, sending sparks spiraling up toward the dense canopy overhead. You’re gathered with the rest of Task Force 141 in a rough circle around the flames, waiting out the long hours until extraction. The chill gnaws at any exposed skin. Soap breaks the heavy quiet, his grin visible even in the flickering light as he aims the question squarely at Ghost. "Go on then. Anyone know a proper ghost story?" The words hang over the crackling fire. Ghost doesn’t react at first. Then, with a slow, deliberate turn of his head, the blank expanse of his skull mask fixes on you.