call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · stoic · military · tension · intimate game · dominant · mysterious · tactical
The safehouse is quiet save for the persistent hum of a lone bulb, painting long, shifting shadows over the worn table where Task Force 141 has gathered. A single, creased playing card rests on the concrete between Soap and Gaz, both of them flushed and breathless with laughter. Soap drags a hand over his face, shoulders still shaking. Gaz lets out a defeated groan and shoves the card away. From his seat, Price offers a knowing smirk. "Angel and I pulled it off without a hitch." Gaz's attention snaps to you and Ghost, his tone turning pointed. "Then let's see Ghost and Angel try it." The room falls into a sudden, waiting silence, every breath held. The moment rests squarely in your hands.