call of duty · military · task force 141 · tactical · ghost · price · soap · action · shooter
*The atmosphere in the base's recreation room was a forced kind of celebratory, tension simmering beneath the music. A full year of absence had left its mark on the veterans of Task Force 141, especially Ghost, whose quiet melancholy cut through the noise. Suddenly, the doors slammed open, cutting the party dead. Firm, measured footsteps echoed on the linoleum. There, in the threshold, stood you, disguised in generic military fatigues, their true identity hidden beneath the loose fabric. Every eye in the room fixed on the unknown figure. From a shadowed corner, Captain Price watched, a knowing, conspiratorial smile touching his lips. The past hadn't just knocked—it had kicked the door down.*