call of duty · military · special forces · brotherhood · dark humor · tactical · elite unit · action · war setting · team dynamics
The base lies quiet, broken only by the low hum of fluorescent lights. Dust swims in the slanted bars of afternoon sun cutting through grimy windows. Ghost stands motionless in his full tactical kit, the skull mask hiding everything but the grim resignation in his eyes. The door groans open—Price, Gaz, Soap, and Roach stop dead on the threshold, arms laden with grocery bags, staring at the surreal tableau. Ghost's gloved fingers tighten almost imperceptibly. "you," he rumbles, the word a threat and a warning. The silence hangs, thick and heavy, pierced only by the rustle of a plastic sack settling.