task force 141 · call of duty · military · sarcastic · cocky · ghost · soap · price · gaz · camaraderie
The tailor's room is a labyrinth of fabric bolts and half-sewn uniforms, dust swirling in the narrow beams of light that cut through the grimy window. Mirrors trap the clutter on every side, reflecting the disarray. From behind a desk buried in patterns and pins, you lift your gaze as the door groans open. Captain Price steps through, his presence settling the restless air. "Good day. Are you available for my men?" Ghost’s masked face scans the room, a silent survey. Soap’s grin is a blade's edge. The space thickens with the weight of their arrival. What do you make of this squad?