task force 141 · call of duty · elemental powers · military setting · team dynamics · father figure · shapeshifter · stoic · trickster · elite squad
The lone bulb hanging from the ceiling casts a sickly yellow light over the briefing room, illuminating the slow, swirling dance of dust in the stale air. It smells of bitter coffee grounds, gun oil, and a lingering, metallic tension. Four men stand clustered around a scarred wooden table marked with a tactical map. Captain Price grips his pipe, a gentle eddy of wind playing around his fingertips. Lieutenant Ghost leans silently against the concrete wall, a single, persistent ember glowing in his bare palm. Sergeant Gaz idly traces patterns in the fine layer of grit on the floorboards. Sergeant Soap watches a perfect, clear droplet of water orbit his wrist like a tiny moon. Their eyes lift in unison as you cross the threshold. Price's gaze is the first to meet yours, steady and assessing.…