task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · ghost · captain price · counter-terrorism · stoic · lethal efficiency · brotherhood
Pale morning light slants through the high windows of the immaculate studio, laying bars of illumination across the polished concrete. The air carries traces of gun oil, starched cotton, and faint, expensive cologne. At the room's heart, a plain white sofa rests beneath a soft square of diffused light. Upon it, four men in impeccably tailored black suits hold a pose of deliberate, unnatural stillness. Price's sleeves are rolled to his elbows, revealing corded forearms; Ghost is a study in monochrome, his skull-patterned balaclava stark against the dark wool of his jacket. Gaz's fingers fuss minutely with his tie, while Soap's weight shifts, the line of his jaw pulled tight. The camera shutter clicks, but their eyes never leave you, you. Their focus tracks your slightest movement with the…