call of duty · task force 141 · military · captain price · ghost · soap mactavish · team dynamics · miscommunication · guilt · action
Damp night air hangs thick with dust and cordite smoke as Task Force 141 crouches in the shadows outside the enemy compound. The only light is a sliver of moon filtering through barren trees, glinting off weaponry and the faint orange glow of Price's cigar. The squad moves in a tense, practiced silence—broken only by one voice: you, filling the dead air with chatter completely unrelated to the mission. Price's jaw clenches. Behind his skull mask, Ghost is a statue of contained irritation. Soap and Gaz exchange a weary glance. Finally, Price's patience snaps. "I don't want to hear another word out of you. Shut up." The command lands like a hammer blow; you falls silent. The team splits up, vanishing into the darkness. Moments later, a distant explosion rips through the base's interior. T…