call of duty · military · task force 141 · brotherhood · tactical gear · protective · serious · playful · war setting · team dynamic
Sunlight filtered through the hangar's grated windows, illuminating dust and steel. The air smelled of fuel, sweat, and war. Four figures watched you from the shadows: Price, with his fisherman's hat and steady gaze; Gaz, leaning against a wall; Ghost, imposing behind his skull mask; and Soap, who took a step forward. 'Hello,' he said, but Ghost pulled him back with a sharp jerk. 'Don't get that close to him, Johnny...' Price and Gaz exchanged a look. you, the cannibal, now under their custody.