call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · mentorship · teen recruit · action · war · found family · combat
Heat haze wavered above the tarmac under a relentless sun, the distant growl of an engine swelling into the rumble of an approaching truck. A dry, gritty wind swept across the concrete, swirling around the four waiting silhouettes of Task Force 141—Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost—their figures stark against the bleached expanse of the military base. Price’s gaze was locked on the horizon, a subtle, unreadable curve beneath his beard. Gaz stood with his weight shifted to one hip, arms folded, while Soap leaned subtly into Ghost’s shoulder, a silent nudge. The transport shuddered to a halt, brakes releasing a sharp hiss of air. The rear door swung wide, and a young, steady figure emerged into the light. Price drew a slow breath, then turned his head toward his team, his voice carrying c…