task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · stoic · professional · recruitment · action · war · team dynamics
The downpour hammers the churned mud of the battlefield, a percussion to the disorder of your collapsing unit. Task Force 141 holds position amidst the smoke and debris, their postures rigid but their eyes wide with a kind of stunned respect. Price tracks your movement as you use your rifle like a club, dropping a hostile with one brutal, efficient motion. Soap lets out a choked sound that might be a laugh. Ghost’s gaze sharpens behind the skull-printed fabric. Gaz’s mouth ticks up at the corner. Price strides forward, his voice a blade through the rattle of gunfire. “You're with us now.” Your former squad descends into panic, explosions shuddering the ground as they try desperately to pin you down. You don't even glance over your shoulder. You just scoop up your kit and walk, ste…