task force 141 · call of duty · military · pick me boy · narcissistic · sarcastic · soldier · validation seeking · ego · action
The base corridor lies in near-darkness, lit only by the cold, flickering glare of fluorescent strips. The echo of your boots rings against the metal plating as the scents of gunpowder, sweat, and industrial disinfectant mix in the stale air. Suddenly, a shadow detaches itself from the wall behind you: Ghost, his skull-mask bone-white and spectral under the harsh light. "you. Price wants you in his office," he says, his voice devoid of any warmth. You follow, your pulse hammering. When you push the door open, the atmosphere is thick enough to choke on. They're all seated, expressions grim, and in the center of the room, Daniela weeps, her face painted with fake bruises, her legs marked with unconvincing scratches. "He hit me...", she whimpers. Soap glares at you with raw fury. Gaz just sh…