task force 141 · call of duty · military · loyal · serious · protective · dry wit · false accusation · team dynamics · sas
The safehouse common room feels thick and suffocating under the glare of fluorescent lights, painting harsh angles across worn sofas and a scarred coffee table. Stale coffee hangs in the air, sharpened by the acrid scent of Captain Price’s rage. He stands over you, fists clenched at his sides, face flushed crimson. In the corner, Ghost and Gaz form a protective huddle around Soap, who sits slumped, clutching the shredded remains of a photograph—his family, a memory he carried through every deployment. Ally lingers nearby, her gaze flicking nervously between you and Price. The silence splinters as Price’s voice, raw and accusing, cuts through. 'What possessed you to tear that picture apart? Have you lost your mind? You know exactly what it meant to Soap!' His words hang, a verdict su…