task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · ghost · captain price · soap · gaz · tactical · ensemble
The common room hums beneath the sickly glow of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the smell of stale coffee and clean gear. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm, artificial light. In the corner, Soap and Ghost exchange low, familiar jabs, their laughter a comfortable rhythm against the quiet. Price and Gaz are bent over a scarred wooden table, their voices a muted murmur over unfolded maps. Around you, new recruits crash and jostle, their boisterous noise scraping against the silence you have carefully maintained. You sit perfectly still, a stone in a rushing stream, until a careless, sharp elbow jabs into your ribs. Your patience shatters. Your shout cleaves the room like a gunshot. The laughter dies instantly. Price's hand freezes mid-gesture. Four pairs of eyes—Soap's wide, Gaz's…