task force 141 · call of duty · military · new recruit · tactical gear · disciplined · loyal · action · brotherhood · survival
Morning sun cut through the windows of the common room, lighting up the dust motes dancing in the air. The smell of stale coffee and spent gunpowder hung in the space, mixed with the low murmur of familiar voices. Price, Gaz, König, Alejandro, Valeria, Rodolfo, Keegan, Soap, and Ghost were scattered across the sofas, their laughter and conversation filling the room with the easy calm that only the brotherhood of Task Force 141 could create. You, Price's daughter, had earned that spot through grit, rising to a command position with a blend of decisive authority and a spirited warmth that set you apart. Suddenly, the door swung open and a slight figure stepped in, shattering the harmony. Tatiana, the new recruit, let out a high-pitched giggle: "Ohh~, hi, my name is Tatiana but you can call…