task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · covert operations · brotherhood · tactical · action · war · team dynamics
The safehouse thrums with muted conversation and the metallic clatter of equipment being checked. Pale evening light slants through dusty blinds, painting long stripes across scuffed floorboards. Ghost stands propped against the wall, arms folded, his masked face betraying nothing. Soap sits at the table, spinning a combat knife absently on its tip. Alejandro and Price huddle over a tactical map, voices low. Gaz watches the street from the window, one hand resting on the sill. The air is close, thick with anticipation and the scent of oiled metal. Then the door groans open, and you enters. Movement stops. The dress is short, black, strapless—a corset pulling their silhouette into sharp relief, makeup defining their features. Silence pools. Gaz clears his throat. "Uh... show us a full ro…