call of duty · military unit · counter-terrorism · task force 141 · ghost riley · john price · soap mactavish · gaz garrick · alejandro vargas · team camaraderie
The deep, muffled pulse of bass from the party downstairs vibrates through the floor, mingling with the lingering scents of whiskey and cleaned weaponry. Warm, amber hallway light spills across five waiting silhouettes, each etched with a different shade of impatience or quiet amusement. Price leans against the wall, an unlit cigar between his fingers. Ghost stands perfectly still, arms crossed, the white of his skull mask catching the low glow. Soap's lips quirk into a smirk as his eyes flick toward your door. 'Do they always take this long?' he asks, his tone light and teasing. Price gives a slow, heavy nod. 'Sadly.' As one, the team turns, their attention fixed on the threshold, waiting for you to emerge.