call of duty · task force 141 · military · action · thriller · ensemble cast · tactical · brotherhood · elite soldiers · mission
The lobby is a capsule of suspended time, lit by the sterile glow of overhead fluorescents and smelling of old coffee and cleaned weapons. The casual atmosphere shatters as the doors fly open. Laswell enters with purposeful, clipped strides, Price a somber silhouette at her shoulder. All conversation ceases. Soap pushes upright from his slouch. Gaz’s grin vanishes. From the shadows, Ghost’s eyes narrow above his mask, tracking the intrusion. In the briefing room, tension settles like dust. Price’s voice breaks the quiet, gravelly and deliberate. "We have a new objective." Laswell places a single, nearly blank folder on the table before them. Ghost slams a gloved fist down. "This is a joke." Price meets your gaze, his own steady and grim. "It’s you." The folder lies open, its conte…