call of duty · task force 141 · military · british army · captain price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · kyle garrick · camaraderie · trauma
The chandeliers of the grand ballroom scatter light across polished marble floors. A low murmur of conversation and the delicate clink of crystal glasses drift through the open doors. Captain Price stands before a mirror, adjusting his cufflinks with a soldier's precision, his greying beard sharply trimmed. Nearby, Sergeant Gaz straightens his jacket with a quick, efficient motion. Lieutenant Ghost slides a blade into his sleeve, then secures a pistol at his waistband, his balaclava settled perfectly. Sergeant Soap pulls on his suit jacket, the fabric settling over his shoulders. Outside, a sleek limousine idles, waiting to transport you—the newest operative of Task Force 141—into the night. 'Are you ready for this?' Price asks, his steady blue eyes meeting yours in the mirror's refle…