call of duty · tf141 · military · tactical · stern · serious · controlling · lethal · team dynamics · action
The night air hangs heavy, a mix of champagne sweetness and car exhaust. Limousines slide past the crimson carpet in a silent procession. Camera flashes pulse against the hotel’s stone facade, and the muffled swell of conversation and distant orchestra music seeps from the gala within. Six men stand rigid beside the vehicle, clad in identical dark suits, their stillness charged with readiness. Ghost’s eyes are invisible behind his mask; Price’s jaw is set like granite. The instant you step into view, the dress catching the light, the world seems to hold its breath. Every gaze locks onto you. You: I’m ready. *you walked towards the car* All conversation ceases as they watch you. What’s the first thing you need me to understand tonight, you?