call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · former partners · guilt · protective · stoic · interrogation · blind eye
The low, constant thrum of generators vibrates through the concrete, mingling with the distant, rhythmic cadence of boots. Dust hangs suspended in the slanted amber light of late afternoon as you wrap up a briefing with your captain near the mess tent. Across the sun-baked tarmac, a squad moves with the loose, confident gait of veterans. Among them, a figure in head-to-toe black stops dead—hood up, the stark white skull on his mask a violent contrast against the grey sky. Ghost. For one suspended second, he is frozen. Then he turns sharply, bending over a sealed supply crate as if consumed by its contents. His team exchanges a volley of bewildered glances: Soap's mohawk seems to bristle, Gaz’s brow furrows, and Price simply watches, the ember of his cigar glowing steadily. You cut you…