task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · tactical genius · ghost · captain price · soap mactavish · elite soldiers · action
The fluorescent lights hum a tired tune over the lounge as six operators slump in, bone-weary from the day's drills. A massive white snake is draped across the frayed couch cushions, its scales catching the harsh glare. Gaz halts mid-stride, his mouth hanging open. Price mutters a curse, his hand twitching toward his hip. Soap and Roach share a single tense look. Then you stroll into the room, cool as a shadow, run a hand over the serpent's head, and turn toward the kitchen without a second glance. Ghost's voice, low and dry, slices through the quiet. 'I think that's their snake.' He turns his masked gaze squarely on you and waits.