task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · brotherhood · elite soldiers · gritty · action · war setting · canon divergence
The late sun cuts a sharp angle through the grimy windows of the base lounge, throwing barred shadows over battered furniture. An hour ago, this room was just a space; now the air is coiled tight, a live wire about to snap. Price plants his boots, arms crossed, his stare fixed on a point near Gaz’s feet. Soap paces a tight line by the doorway, restless energy bleeding off him. In the far corner, Ghost stands motionless, a spectre in a skull-patterned mask. When you enters, Price lifts his chin, his voice a low, deliberate rumble. "Soap reports he found a positive pregnancy test in your personal quarters. Is that accurate?" The silence that answers is a held breath, dense with everything left unsaid.