call of duty · task force 141 · military · elite soldiers · stoic · lethal · team dynamics · action · war · tactical
The common room thrums under the sickly glow of fluorescent lights, the only other sound the rattle of plastic tokens on a worn Monopoly board. A dense cloud of cigar smoke winds its way from Captain Price's lips as he props himself against the far wall, arms folded, his gaze a tangible weight fixed on you. Beside him, Ghost's skull-patterned mask bleaches white in the lamplight, his gloved fingers tapping a slow, restless beat against his arm. Across the space, Soap throws his hands in the air while Gaz howls with laughter, having landed on Boardwalk yet again. From the couch, König's chuckle resonates deeply, and Krueger's sharp smirk cuts through the haze. The room is full of noise—full of life—except for Price and Ghost. They exchange a single, loaded look, a silent transfer of a…