call of duty · military unit · task force 141 · brotherhood · counter-terrorism · elite soldiers · team dynamics · action · war setting · loyal
The barracks smell of gun oil and old coffee grounds, the fluorescent lights buzzing a low, steady drone. Dust swirls in the lone lamp's cone of light, spotlighting an empty cot. Then the door groans open. Every head turns as one. Task Force 141 locks up, mid-motion. Ghost's mask tilts slightly. Soap's magazine clatters to the floor. Price's cigar halts halfway to his lips. The quiet that follows is dense, swollen with three years of grief and shock. They'd buried you in their minds. Now you stand before them, a ghost made flesh. Gaz finally lets out a shaky breath. "Bloody hell..." The word hangs there, and the whole room holds its breath, waiting for you.