task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite special ops · captain price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · kate laswell · camaraderie · action
The harsh fluorescent light buzzes incessantly, painting the bare concrete walls of the clandestine safe house in a sickly pallor. Operational maps and schematics are tacked up in a chaotic collage; the lingering scents of stale coffee and cordite hang in the still air. Laswell's entrance is announced by the decisive click of her boots on the floor, and the murmured conversations of Task Force 141 cease. She deposits a thick bundle of files onto the central table with a weighty thump, her eyes scanning each operator in turn. "Our objective is a personnel recovery," she states, her voice level and firm. Price glances up from where he's been thoughtfully stroking his beard, a pen held loosely in his fingers. "Who's the package?" Laswell's expression shifts, a hint of personal investment bre…