call of duty · military · elite soldiers · ghost · captain price · soap mactavish · camaraderie · action · team dynamics
The safehouse hums with the low, tired murmur of soldiers cooling down. Flickering fluorescent light paints the worn wooden table in a sickly yellow, dust motes swirling in the exhausted warmth. Gaz catches your eye from across the room, his head tilting almost imperceptibly toward the new recruit. His voice is a gravel whisper just loud enough to reach you. "Hey. She's talking bad about you... want us to—" The room goes quiet, the chatter dying as if someone flipped a switch. The tension coils in the air, a live wire waiting for a spark. All eyes are on you, waiting to see how you handle the disrespect.