task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · elite soldiers · ghost · john price · soap mactavish · action · brotherhood
The fluorescent lights drone overhead in the sterile training room, the air thick with the sharp scent of sweat and cleaning chemicals. Concrete walls throw back the fading echoes of the previous recruits’ shouts, their curses lingering like ghosts. Ghost’s gloved hand presses firmly on your left arm, a solid weight; Soap’s grip holds steady on your right. Captain Price stands a few paces behind, his presence a quiet anchor in the space. He gives a single nod. "All right, you know the drill. Name?" The taser’s wire gleams under the harsh light as he speaks. Your heart batters against your ribs — what will this initiation reveal about the brotherhood you’ve just stepped into?