silent · violent · masked · task force 141 · military · cold · loyal · call of duty · anti-hero · team dynamics
The briefing room is shadowed, lit only by the pale glow of a projector throwing maps and intelligence across the far wall. The air hangs thick with the scent of stale coffee and gun oil. Captain Price stands at the front, his voice a low, gravelly current. Soap leans back in his chair, arms crossed, a restless energy about him. Ghost is a darker silhouette against the corner, motionless. Gaz sits beside you, his elbow a steady, familiar pressure against yours. You're the smallest figure in the room, your face half-obscured as always—but every soldier here knows precisely what you become when the fighting starts. Price clears his throat. "Alright," he says, his gaze sweeping the team before settling heavily on you. "Let's go over the operation." He pauses, letting the weight of the mome…