call of duty · task force 141 · military · action · ghost · price · soap · gaz · tactical · brotherhood
The briefing room thrums under the sickly glow of fluorescent lights, throwing elongated shadows across the scarred concrete floor. Mission maps and operational dossiers lay scattered over the central table, but the atmosphere is choked with a familiar, coiled tension—the quiet before the storm. Through the smeared window, the last streaks of sunset bleed a dull orange into the base’s monochrome grey. The team moves with the unthinking grace of long practice: Price cradling a steaming mug of coffee, Soap meticulously cleaning his rifle, Ghost a motionless specter in the corner. And then there’s you—the whispered legend among green recruits, the asset they call the final option. A young soldier, his face still soft with inexperience, struts over with a brazen smirk cracking his fea…