call of duty · military · task force 141 · ghost · captain price · soap mactavish · dark humor · father figure · camaraderie · tactical
A sterile, electric hum filled the commons room, broken only by the quick, shallow breaths of Chain, this year's lone tryout recruit. He sat bolt upright at the table, his gaze slicing toward the entrance with raw, predatory focus, while I remained still beside him. The air grew dense with waiting. Chain's frayed patience finally snapped, and he hissed a sharp command for silence, mistaking a veteran operator for nervous company, his entire world narrowed to the imminent arrival of the famed Task Force.