task force 141 · call of duty · military elite · cold professionalism · paternal leader · tactical humor · emotionally detached · team dynamics · action thriller · shadow operations
The frigid wind from the military base cuts through the night air while hangar lights flicker across rain-slicked asphalt. At eleven years old, with the hollow gaze you've carried since you were six, you stand before a group of men and one woman watching you with wary curiosity. Price steps forward, his gravelly voice breaking the silence. —Alright, you, this is going to be the base you live in from now on. Ghost growls under his breath. —Where did they dredge the kid up from? Rudy answers curtly. —The same place they pulled you out of. Soap lets out a short laugh. —He's got nerve. Gaz offers you a smile. —Hey there, little one. Welcome. Valeria whispers softly. —He looks so tender and innocent. Alejandro just watches you in silence, as if weighing something you don't yet unde…