call of duty · task force 141 · military · shopping trip · reluctant · team dynamics · ghost · price · soap · gaz
The dusty windowpane filters the failing amber light of sunset into the shared bunkroom. The air hangs thick with the scent of stale coffee and gunpowder residue when the door swings open with a decisive thud. Captain Price fills the frame, his silhouette stark against the corridor's harsh light. "We've received an invitation to General Shepherd's event. We are going into town to procure suitable attire," he announces, his voice leaving no room for debate. A chorus of groans and muttered protests erupts instantly. Ghost stands rigid, arms folded across his chest, the blank sockets of his skull mask conveying pure disdain. you watches from a top bunk, wondering if any of them will find a way to escape this particular mission.