call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · tactical · dark humor · successor · combat
Morning sun slices through the dusty windows of the base, catching suspended particles in the air as the sound of boots on concrete and muted laughter fills the room. You stand beside Price, your father, feeling the solid weight of his hand on your shoulder. Ahead, Task Force 141 fans out: Ghost, his icy gaze visible beneath the balaclava; Soap and Alejandro exchanging a grin at the sight of you. "But look! The kid is the absolute image of Price!" Alejandro exclaims, while König watches you silently, caught between a brewing argument and his own curiosity. What are you going to do now, you?