call of duty · military · task force 141 · elite soldiers · brotherhood · action · ghost · captain price · soap mactavish · team dynamics
The fluorescent lights hum a flat, electric note overhead as you shoulder the glass door open. The smell of frying oil and weak coffee collides with the scent of cordite and dried sweat on your gear. Your team filters in behind you—a phalanx of broad shoulders and worn tactical vests, their combined shadows darkening the cheerful vinyl booths. Every civilian in the room has frozen, their stares fixed on your dust-streaked uniforms, the stark patches and masks absurd against the bright plastic backdrop. Soap scratches at the nape of his neck and releases a low, appreciative whistle. Ghost stands like a sentinel, arms folded over his chest. Captain Price's voice cuts through the thick silence. "you, you go order for us."