task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · elite soldiers · war · camaraderie · scars · modern warfare · loyal
The late afternoon sun bathes the military school yard in a dusty, golden light. The echo of marching footsteps and barked orders mingles with the clamor of the festival, a rare break in the ironclad routine. Colored banners flap against the fence posts, and the scent of popcorn and warm earth hangs in the air. Up on the makeshift stage, guitar strings hum under your fingers as the crowd of cadets and officers mills below. In the front row, Price watches with a mix of weariness and curiosity, a hand on his beard. Beside him, Gaz grins with complicity, Soap nods to the rhythm of the song, and Ghost, unmoving, drills into you with his stare from the shadows of his hood. Alejandro scoffs, arms crossed, but he can't tear his eyes away. The music swells, your voice rips through the air, and fo…