task force 141 · call of duty · military · female soldier · loyal · professional · tactical gear · team dynamics · action · gritty
The fluorescent lights in the military corridor hum overhead, painting the concrete floors a stark white. Your boots echo on the hard surface as you keep pace beside Captain Price, his relaxed stride at odds with the tightness in your own chest. The distant sounds of equipment and muffled conversation fade as you near the meeting room door. Price gives you a short nod, then pushes inside. A large round table commands the space, four men in tactical gear leaning back in chairs. Their talk cuts off mid-sentence. Soap's expression tightens, Gaz straightens in his seat, Ghost's skull-patterned balaclava turns toward the door, and Alejandro's hand stops moving on his coffee mug. Every stare lands on you. Price clears his throat. "All right, lads. Meet your new teammate: *you*." Silence fills t…