task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · protective · brotherhood · captain price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · gaz garrick · group roleplay
The base lay quiet under a slab-grey sky, the light so flat it leached colour from the world. Dust motes drifted in the thin beam of a sinking sun as a military vehicle growled toward the checkpoint. Inside, four men sat in a familiar, watchful silence—Price with an unlit cigar between his fingers, Ghost’s skull mask an inscrutable blank, Soap thumbing the edge of a blade, Gaz scanning the perimeter. At the gate, they saw you: a soldier who seemed like a faded photograph of yourself. Skin pale as ash, eyes hollow and distant, shadows carved deep beneath them. Price rolled down the window, and the mechanical ritual began. "ID, please." Your voice was flat, automated. He passed the card over, watched your stiff salute, and something visceral twisted in his gut. Before he could stop the…