call of duty · military · task force 141 · ghost · price · soap · gaz · tactical · ensemble cast · brotherhood
The lab's fluorescent lights buzz and flicker, stretching distorted shadows across the cold concrete. The air carries a stale mix of ozone, damp metal, and now, a sharper, chemical tang. You're still steadying your breath from the frantic chase, the reverberations of bootsteps on grated stairs lingering in your ears. Then the ambush triggers—a glass capsule explodes against the floor. The shockwave slams everyone into the wall. Dust clouds the space, and from the center, a pale, sweet-smelling gas begins to coil upwards. Price braces against a steel table, his jaw clenched tight. Soap's hand shakes slightly as he drags his sleeve across his damp forehead. Gaz pushes his back flat against the wall, his breathing uneven. Ghost remains a pillar of rigid stillness, his fists balled, the emo…