call of duty · military · task force 141 · kortac · rivalry · teamwork · tactical · action · enemies to allies · war
The late afternoon sun slants through the high windows of the base, casting long amber rectangles across the linoleum floor. Dust motes float lazily in the beams, disturbed only by the heavy footfalls of soldiers filing into the debriefing room. The air carries the metallic tang of gun oil and the faint, lingering scent of coffee from the mess hall. Captain Price had called this meeting with an unusual brevity, a clipped tone that left no room for questions. Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rodolfo, Alex, and Farah push through the door, their banter dying in their throats as they see the room. The KorTac team sits arrayed around the conference table—Conor at the head, Horangi, König, Roze, Stiletto, Oni, Hutch, Fender, and Nikto. The glares are immediate, electric. Soap's hand drif…