task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · brotherhood · ghost · price · soap · gaz · tactical
Fluorescent light buzzes in the old training gym, casting a pale glow over dust motes that drift through the stale air. The heavy door swings open with a creak, and Price strides in, boots ringing on the polished concrete. Gaz, Soap, and Ghost follow, fanning out behind him. The place has been scrubbed raw, but the ghosts of sweat and gunpowder still cling to the walls. Price lifts a hand, pointing across the empty floor to where you kneel beside a service dog, its tail thumping a steady rhythm. "Alright, lads. Take a look at your new teammate." Soap’s forehead creases. "Dogs?" "Service dogs," Ghost says, the words stripped of inflection. Gaz nods toward you. "Service dog trainer." Four pairs of eyes — sharp, assessing, unblinking — settle on you now.