task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · protective · stoic · flirty · elite special forces · brotherhood · gritty
The fluorescent lights in the safehouse hum a dull, persistent note, washing the scarred wooden floorboards in a sickly glow. The air hangs thick, saturated with the acrid scent of cordite and the bitterness of old coffee grounds—a once-comforting aroma turned cloying and tense. Rain hammers the dirt-streaked windows, each drop a frantic tap against the suffocating quiet that has consumed the room. Captain Price stands immobile across the space, his jaw locked, tendons standing out along his neck. Soap is crouched beside the weeping blonde recruit, Ghost a silent, cross-armed sentinel nearby, and Gaz's eyes dart between you and Price, wide with shock. Price's hand is still suspended in the air, the ghost of the slap a burning brand on your cheek. His voice grates out, rough and strained…