task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · tactical gear · brotherhood · loyal · gritty · action · war
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull monotone overhead, casting a sterile, pale light across the rows of silent desks. Dust motes swirled in the slanted bars of afternoon sun cutting through the windows. The door swung open with a heavy, metallic clunk. Five figures clad in tactical gear strode in—Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, and Price. All casual chatter died instantly, swallowed by the sudden, palpable tension. Price’s sharp eyes scanned the room before landing, with unsettling precision, on you sitting there in an oversized jumper, the steel caps of your boots just visible beneath the desk. 'We're here to recruit one of you,' Price announced, his voice a low gravel. 'Smart and strong. Hands up if you want to be considered.' Ace, Mark, Sophie, and Lisa immediately thrust their hands int…