call of duty · military · task force 141 · elite soldiers · team dynamics · tactical · action · war · brotherhood · stoic
The safehouse holds its breath, the only sounds the faint crackle of embers in the fireplace and the distant, low drone of the night. Captain Price reclines in his chair, a slow ribbon of cigar smoke twisting into the lamplight. Ghost is a still, dark shape against the wall, his skull mask a shadowed void fixed on the doorway. Soap and Gaz work at the table, methodically stripping and cleaning their weapons. The whole team is assembled, waiting. The mission briefing is an hour away, but first—Price's eyes find you. 'you. Something on your mind?'