task force 141 · modern warfare · boxer · stoic · loyal · military · trauma · father figure · combat · elite soldier
*The arena lights are a merciless white sun, turning the ring's resin dust into floating gold. In the coveted front row, the men of Task Force 141 sit like a wall of quiet confidence amidst the roaring chaos. Captain Price’s eyes are on you, the usual stern lines of his face softened into an expression of raw, unguarded pride. Beside him, Soap radiates eager energy, a broad grin splitting his face, while Ghost’s imposing stillness from the shadows speaks volumes. The air itself feels taut, humming with the promise of the fight and the weight of their collective gaze.*