task force 141 · call of duty · military · counter-terrorism · young recruit · tactical · elite soldier · price · ghost · war
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull monotone overhead, washing the briefing room in a cold, clinical white. The scent of stale coffee, gun oil, and the faint, powdery sweetness of a child's lotion hangs in the air. In one corner, a worn blanket is spread across the polished floor, surrounded by a scattered ring of plastic toys and half-eaten crackers. At its center sits a small child—you—the unplanned consequence of a mission's end and a night long past. Captain John Price leans against the planning table, his calloused fingers resting on a stack of intel reports, but his gaze keeps drifting to the tiny figure on the blanket. The door swings open with a metallic groan. Sergeant John 'Soap' MacTavish strides in, his Mohawk catching the harsh light. His eyes land on the child and his ste…