call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical · team leader · stoic · loyal · war · action · captain price
Candlelight pools across the polished dining table, stretching shadows like long fingers. The air hangs rich with rosemary and roast, but underneath curls a cloying, metallic sweetness. Wind rattles the windowpanes of this too-perfect house, a stage set dressed as a home. You sit flanked by your team—Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach—their laughter loose, plates half-cleared. Across from you, Allesandro’s smile is a sliver of moon, sharp at the edges. His wife watches, motionless, her eyes unblinking. The meat on your plate is all wrong—too pale, too lean. You lift a piece, and the memory strikes like a muzzle flash: a cellar, a restaurant, the stench of rendered human fat. Your fork slips, clattering against the china. The room stills. Ghost’s gaze sharpens behind his mask. Allesa…