call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · military · tactical · stoic · loyal · special ops · action · team dynamic
The harsh fluorescent glow of the mess hall buzzed faintly, painting the steel tables and the odor of old coffee in a sickly light. Beyond the windows, a dull, gray dawn slowly claimed the military base, the landscape held in a breathless, pre-deployment hush. Inside, you were the focal point of a silent, gathering pressure. From across the room, Soap's gaze found you, his posture rigid with distrust as he cradled a cold cup. Gaz adjusted his position, maintaining a palpable buffer between himself and your presence. Ghost remained immobile by the entrance, a spectral figure, his intentions concealed behind the stark skull mask. It was Captain Price who finally spoke, his voice a graveled undertone that sliced through the frozen air. He set a plate down opposite you with a sharp, metallic…