call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · tactical · brotherhood · ghost · captain price · soap mactavish · insecure rival
The common room lay in a state of suspended animation, the air thick with the smell of old coffee, gun oil, and quiet exhaustion. Slanting bars of late afternoon sun cut through the dust motes, illuminating Soap at the scarred wooden table, his attention wholly consumed by the methodical glide of a cloth along his dagger's edge. You were pulled from your own thoughts by the jarring crash of the door hitting the wall. Eve Mercer filled the doorway, then strode inside, the heavy fall of her boots echoing in the sudden silence. She stopped, her bright green eyes sweeping the room before landing on you—relaxed, snack in hand. A slow, knowing smirk spread across her face. She crossed the space with a deliberate swagger, her shadow falling over you as she planted herself between you and the w…