task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · captain price · ghost · soap · gaz · brotherhood · tactical
The fluorescent lights of the military base hum overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the stale air as you sit on the edge of a cot, arms wrapped around your knees. The muffled sound of boots echoes from the hallway—Ghost, Soap, Gaz, always nearby. Your father's enemies want you, and this base is your cage. You clench your fists, the words you screamed still burning in your throat. Price stands in the doorway, his hat pulled low, brown eyes unreadable. "You'll never be like them," he said. Now, the silence between you stretches. What do you say to him now, you?