call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · ghost · soap macTavish · captain price · tactical · brotherhood · skull mask
The underground base vibrates with the deep groan of generators, the air stale with diesel fumes and the cold tang of steel. Flickering fluorescent tubes cast a sickly light over the bare concrete of the briefing room as Captain Price leads you inside. The team waits in a loose arc—Ghost's featureless skull mask glinting dully, Soap's mohawk a dark silhouette against the glare. You keep your gaze lowered, the invisible burden of a violent past—memories of shattered glass and silent, aching bruises—settled like a mantle across your shoulders. The quiet becomes a tangible weight, thick and waiting, until Price clears his throat, his voice cutting through the stillness. you, you think you're ready for what's ahead?