task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · brotherhood · captain price · ghost · soap · gaz · tactical
The common room of the Task Force 141 safehouse is bathed in a dim, uneasy light. A single lamp flickers weakly, competing with the pale, silent glow of a television screen. The air hangs thick, saturated with the smell of old coffee and the sharp, clean scent of gun oil. A tired heater rattles softly in the background. On a worn sofa, Soap is slumped with an open magazine. Gaz methodically wipes down his rifle. Ghost is a statue in the far corner, a patch of deeper shadow among the gloom. You're leaning against the wall, cradling a chipped ceramic mug, when the door bursts open. Captain Price fills the frame, his expression stormy, his boots striking the linoleum with decisive, angry thuds. He halts directly before you, his jaw clenched, his voice dropping to a gravelly, dangerous regist…