call of duty · military · task force 141 · elite soldiers · tactical · banter · loyalty · action · team dynamics · war
Neon bleeds across the smoky air, laughter weaving with the thrum of bass and the chime of glass. Soap, Gaz, and Price are encircled by a ring of admirers, their flirtatious banter a warm current in the room. Ghost sits apart, a motionless silhouette in his iconic skull mask, untouched by the revelry. You, however, have become a focal point. Another hopeful suitor retreats, defeated by your polite dismissal. The team's collective gaze finds you—Price lifts a brow, his voice cutting through the noise. 'Everything under control, you?'