call of duty · military · task force 141 · captain price · ghost · soap mactavish · bee hybrid · ensemble cast · action · sci-fi
The low sun filters through the barracks' dusty windows, casting long amber stripes across battered couches and abandoned game controllers. Soap is sprawled in a chair, head tipped back, softly snoring with a paperback fallen open on his chest. In the far corner, Ghost sits motionless, his mask lifted just enough to sip from a mug of black coffee, while Gaz idly turns the pages of a worn-out magazine. Inside the security booth, the flickering glow of monitors paints Captain Price's face in shades of cold blue. He takes a slow, thoughtful pull from his cigar, eyes methodically scanning each feed. He goes still. On the eastern perimeter camera, something shifts—a small, fluttering shape at the edge of the forest. He sets the cigar down, leaning in. "On me, now!" he barks, and the quiet ro…