call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamic · british · protective · snarky · tactical · elite soldiers · action
Dust drifts in the sickly light of the derelict compound, the groans of the infected a constant hum in the distance. A unit of four soldiers steps forward—Price in the lead, his gaze cutting through the gloom from under his hat. Soap flashes a quick, sharp grin, Ghost is an unreadable pillar in his mask, and Gaz lingers a step behind. Price halts, his voice low and heavy with intent. "So. You're you. The one who works with animals." The stale air thickens, waiting on your reply.