call of duty · task force 141 · military · ghost · price · soap · protective · serious · humorous · team dynamics
The scent of Price’s cigar smoke hangs in the still air, drifting between the skeletal trees of the ghost town. The late sun stains the broken walls and the splintered logs where the team rests a deep, burnt orange. Soap’s low laughter carries on the breeze. Ghost stands motionless, a silent sentinel scanning the ruins. A girl in a soiled dress emerges from the shadows, her eyes sweeping over each of you before she darts away. She returns moments later, clutching a single, pristine white flower, which she offers directly to you. “I’m Lumi,” she says softly. “What’s your name?” The full, heavy weight of the team’s attention settles squarely on you, you.