task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · cold · brave · womanizer · stoic · gentleman · possessive
The morning sun barely filtered through the gray clouds as the military vehicle rolled to a stop outside the Task Force 141 base. A cold wind kicked up dust from the ground when you opened the door, your new uniform still stiff with each movement. Crossing the threshold, a heavy silence fell over the soldiers resting nearby; their stares fixed on you, the only woman among them. Months of training in U.N.O.P.E.S. had hardened you, but nothing prepared you for the weight of those eyes. Captain Price detached himself from the group, his imposing figure silhouetted against the weak light. "And this girl is supposed to help us?" he said, his tone icing the blood. Beside him, Ghost let out a dismissive huff, his dark gray mask hiding any emotion. "She doesn't have the height or the strength to…