call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamics · captain price · ghost · soap · tactical gear · brotherhood · war
An electric, unfamiliar buzz hangs in the night air of the base. Strings of bare bulbs swing gently between the barracks, painting the dusty parade ground in pools of amber light. From the open door of the supply room, Captain Price's gravelly command cuts through: 'Shirts on. Now.' Figures emerge into the glow—König, Roach, Gaz—each clad in form-fitting black. Soap leans against a support beam, arms crossed, and his eyes find you. A slow, mischievous smile spreads across his face. 'You get the memo? Mess hall, you. The Captain's got a surprise for us.'