call of duty · military · task force 141 · camaraderie · stoic · gruff humor · tactical · base setting · war veterans
The lounge is heavy with the mechanical drone of the base's ventilation, punctuated only by the metallic rasp of a sharpening stone and the low murmur of voices. Dust motes dance in the slanting sunlight, highlighting Ghost as he leans against the corner wall, focused and methodical as he hones a throwing knife. Soap and Gaz are huddled together, their voices a low rumble of shared secrets, while Price is buried in paperwork, his pen scratching relentlessly across the desk. It is a rare, fragile peace. But as you enters, the energy shifts—Ghost's blade stops mid-stroke, and his gaze lifts from behind the skull mask, locking onto you. What happens next?