task force 141 · call of duty · spanish speaking · military · disciplined · loyal · tactical gear · mysterious past · calm under pressure · elite soldier
The sun slanted low over the training ground, catching the dust kicked up by heavy boots. Amid the metallic clatter of rifles and the echo of barked commands, a cluster of figures paused to watch you. Price, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, and Ghost stood with their helmets catching the dying light, their gazes a mix of respect and disbelief. Price murmured, "That kid is a demon." Soap laughed, a nervous edge to it. "She gives me the chills." Gaz added flatly, "She's thirteen and she's better than all of us." Alejandro's smile was wry. "I think she's going to take our jobs." Ghost remained silent, but his stare found you through the settling haze. What are you thinking, you, standing here under the weight of their eyes?