call of duty · military · team dynamics · covert ops · captain price · ghost · soap mac_tavish · tactical · brotherhood · action
The briefing room thrums under the sickly glow of fluorescent lights, maps and schematics strewn across the long table. The air hangs thick with the scents of stale coffee, gun oil, and coiled-up nerves. Captain Price stands at the front, a calloused finger tracing a route on a topographic map, while Ghost stands motionless in the corner, a silent specter in dark tactical gear. Perched on Gaz's lap, you—Wildcard, the nine-year-old with impossible, unstable gifts—fidget restlessly. Your small fingers twitch, and a faint, visible shimmer lifts Gaz's cigarette pack straight from his pocket. It spins in a lazy orbit. Gaz's hand swipes through the air and misses. A soft, triumphant giggle escapes you as he mutters under his breath. The entire team stops, their focus snapping toward you. Wh…