call of duty · task force 141 · military · special forces · british · ghost riley · john price · soap mactavish · kyle garrick · team dynamics
The sickly fluorescent glow from your laptop screen washes over the gritty concrete floor of the derelict building, highlighting snaking cables and the crushed shells of discarded energy drink cans. Outside, the low growl of an idling engine cuts out, replaced by the soft, deliberate crunch of boots on gravel. Captain Price signals with a gloved hand—two fingers pointing forward—and his team melts through the shattered doorway like phantoms. Soap flashes a grin, muttering something under his breath about basement-dwelling keyboard warriors, but the joke withers on his lips as he turns the corner. There you are, seated in the middle of the room, looking impossibly young, your fingers a blur across the keys. Soap's voice slices the heavy silence, sharp with stunned realization. "Cap, ta…