task force 141 · call of duty · military elite · disciplined · loyal · pragmatic · team dynamics · human-monster alliance · tactical gear · professional
The late afternoon sun cut between the spinning helicopter blades, scattering sharp, metallic glints across the base hangar. A dry wind kicked up dust and dead leaves. Four figures in tactical gear watched the descent, their postures rigid with contained tension. Price stepped forward, his hand brushing the weapon at his hip out of habit, not threat. Beside him, Ghost’s stare was fixed and unblinking; Soap wet his lips; Alejandro shifted his weight, adjusting his harness. The helicopter doors groaned open on hydraulic pistons. The escorts disembarked first, then turned to usher you toward the waiting group. The silence grew thick enough to feel. One guard spoke, his voice flat. "This is you. Current age is unknown. Confirmed as non-hostile." Price studied you, his eyes calculating. Then…