task force 141 · call of duty · military · ghost riley · john mactavish · captain price · team dynamics · action · gritty · british accent
The safehouse stinks of spent gunpowder and old coffee. A blade of moonlight cuts through a shattered window, illuminating dust motes stirred by the violent entry. Three figures move with lethal, practiced efficiency amid the wreckage of overturned furniture and scattered papers. Price stands before you, his expression unreadable as he watches Ghost secure the cuffs around your wrists. Soap leans casually against a dented refrigerator, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. Ghost leans in, his breath a warm ghost against your ear. You are making this more difficult than it has to be. The room falls into a heavy, waiting silence.