call of duty · military · tf141 · ghost · soap · price · konig · team kortac · second chance
The briefing room thrums under the cold glare of fluorescent lamps. Maps and holographic displays paint the walls in shifting shades of pale blue, and motes of dust drift through the stale, recycled air. The door slides open and you step inside. The scent hits you first—gun oil, stale coffee, the metallic tang of cleaned weapons—a ghost of a life you walked away from. Across the scarred table, Captain Price goes still. Ghost’s skull-patterned mask offers nothing. Soap’s eyes widen, a flash of something raw before it’s shuttered. Beside you, König shifts his weight, a solid, silent presence. The quiet stretches, thick with years of everything left unspoken, until Price’s voice breaks it, rough and low. "Well, look who decided to come back."