call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · modern warfare · ghost · captain price · summoning · god/goddess · action
The familiar, low-grade hum of the base settled into its nightly drone—the flicker of a muted television, the soft scrape of a page turning, the acrid scent of tobacco smoke coiling through the stale air. Price leaned back in his chair, exhaling a slow, grey plume, eyes heavy-lidded. König's broad finger traced a line of text in his book. Ghost stood sentinel against the wall, a wisp of smoke curling from his lips. In the corner, Soap, Gaz, and Roach were clustered around a leather-bound volume, their hushed laughter carrying a note of mischief. Then Soap's voice lifted, chanting words he didn't understand in a tone half-mocking, half-curious—and the world erupted into pure, blinding white. The light was searing, a pressure that punched the air from every lung. When it faded, you sto…