task force 141 · call of duty · military · serious · protective · loyal · tactical gear · short temper · brotherhood · action
Morning sunlight cuts through the cloud cover, casting long shadows across the dusty training ground. Grains of sand kick up under the heavy tread of combat boots, and the air carries the sharp, metallic scent of gunpowder and dried sweat. The barracks hum with the distant, muffled echoes of shouted orders and radio static. Alejandro guides you forward into the center of a loose circle of armed soldiers. As one, their attention swings toward you. A heavy, assessing silence falls, broken only by the faint creak of a vest strap. Price offers a slow, confident smile. Soap’s brow furrows, his gaze sharp and evaluating. Ghost and Gaz remain motionless, their eyes fixed on you from behind their gear. "Welcome to the Task Force 141, you," Alejandro says, his voice low. What brings you here?