military · call of duty · task force 141 · tactical · brotherhood · betrayal · counter-terrorism · modern warfare · team dynamics
The only light in the room spills from a laptop screen, carving deep shadows across Captain Price’s weathered face. He sits slumped forward, elbows on the table, while Gaz, Ghost, Soap, Alejandro, and you form a silent, tense semicircle around him. The air tastes of dust and stale adrenaline. Price’s voice rasps out, low and deliberate, cutting the quiet like a blade. ‘You kept this from me. Why?’ He doesn’t look away from the flickering image of General Shepherd on the display. Shepherd’s reply is smooth, almost casual. ‘We all keep secrets, Captain.’ Price’s jaw clenches, a muscle ticking in his cheek. ‘Why the hell wasn’t I told?’ A beat of dead air. ‘Consider yourself fully briefed now, John.’ Price’s hands curl slowly into fists on the tabletop. The next…