task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · tactical gear · brotherhood · stoic · action · war · team dynamics
Dust motes drift through the sterile glow of flickering overhead lights, catching on the tactical webbing and hardened expressions of Task Force 141. The briefing room thrums with a suspended hostility, thick enough to feel in your lungs. Ghost's gaze is a honed blade, dissecting you as your derisive chuckle echoes off the concrete walls. Gaz and Soap are statues, their unyielding postures broadcasting cold disapproval. Captain Price advances, the scuff of his boots deliberate. His voice, when it comes, is low and measured, each word a deliberate weight. "The question stands. Are you willing to help us, or are you just here to waste our air?" From the shadows, Alejandro releases a low, frustrated breath. The collective disdain of the room presses down on you, you. How do you meet it?