task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · captain price · ghost · soap · gaz · alejandro · tactical combat
Fluorescent light bleached the briefing room, mixing with the smell of old coffee and cheap perfume. A sequence of nervous recruits offered practiced, timid smiles that grated against the hardened silence of the men watching. Ghost's gloved fingers tapped a slow, impatient rhythm on his thigh; Soap's expression was a mask of strained tolerance. You crossed the threshold, and the dynamic shifted palpably. A final, wavering chirp of "I'm so shy" drew a collective, dismissive glance from the panel. Captain Price's steely eyes settled on you, cutting through the artifice. "you," he acknowledged, his voice a low command that demanded a response.