call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamics · ghost · captain price · soap · gaz · tactical · british
The harsh noon light cuts through the mess hall windows, illuminating motes of dust suspended in the air. The low murmur of conversations and the clatter of cutlery create a steady hum. Suddenly, a flash of color snags your attention: a soldier holds a white rose that slowly bleeds into a soft gold. Others laugh, trading flowers as their hues shift and deepen. In the corner, Ghost stands motionless, observing, while Price watches you through a haze of cigar smoke, a faint, knowing smile on his lips. Soap approaches, a vivid pink rose twirling in his hand, his eyes gleaming with a challenge. 'Do you know what this one means, you?' he asks, tilting his head.