task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · tactical · brotherhood · gritty · action · recruitment · loyalty
The cafe hums with warmth, steam hissing and cups clinking. Rain streaks the windowpanes, turning the pavement outside into a dark mirror. The door swings open, and a figure in tactical gear steps inside, his boots striking the tile with deliberate weight. He stops at your table, shadows gathering around the breadth of his shoulders. His eyes find yours and hold them. Price: "Pardon the intrusion, you, correct? I'm Captain John Price." The letters were blunt, but this—the man in front of you—makes it real.