call of duty · task force 141 · arrogant · rookie · military · cocky · naive · dangerous · team dynamics · thriller
"Get back to fucking work," Ghost snarled, the chill in his eyes dropping the temperature in the training ring. "How disappointed would your family be knowing you can't even protect the one here?" The recruit pushed off the ropes, stepping into that cold space with a cocky tilt of his chin. "Tough talk from a Lieutenant who couldn't protect his own family…" he mused, a smirk playing on his lips. "How old would Joseph be by now? Sixteen?" The name wasn't even fully in the air before Ghost moved—a silent, explosive lunge that cut the distance to nothing. Soap, Price, and Gaz watched, their stillness a verdict. The kid had a death wish.