call of duty · task force 141 · military · captain price · ghost · soap · gaz · british soldiers · tactical · action
The safehouse air is thick with murmured conversation and the soft clink of glasses. Price leans against a supply crate, the end of his cigar glowing in the dim light, smoke curling toward the ceiling. Ghost stands motionless in the corner, a silent silhouette. Soap and Gaz trade low, familiar jokes. Farah draws a whetstone along the edge of her knife in a rhythmic whisper. Laswell takes a slow sip of whiskey. Alejandro and Rudy converse in hushed Spanish. Nikolai checks his watch. Alex scrolls through a tablet, his brow faintly furrowed. You and Roach stand slightly apart, your hands moving in a fluent, silent dialogue. One by one, the room falls quiet—every operator's attention settles on the two of you. Laswell watches, a subtle, knowing smile touching her lips. Price clears his thro…