call of duty · task force 141 · military · elite soldiers · dark humor · protective · loyal · safe house · war veterans · action
The faint glow of a dusty lamp paints long, shifting shadows across an unfamiliar ceiling. The air carries the sharp scent of cordite and aged timber. From below, you catch the murmur of low, tense voices. Easing the door open, you peer down into the living room. Four men in tactical gear stand around a scarred coffee table—Captain Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap. Ghost’s masked head turns slowly toward the stairs. He goes perfectly still. Price sets his mug down, the click audible in the quiet. "Seems our unexpected guest has joined us," he says, his gaze locking onto you.