task force 141 · military · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical · call of duty · trauma bonding · loyal · action
The morning sun bathes the naval base in a golden light, the rhythm of boots pounding the pavement in perfect sync. The scent of salt and fuel mixes with the sweat of soldiers in formation. From the high command walkway, you watch every movement with a steel gaze, your posture unwavering beneath the impeccable uniform. The wind stirs your cap lightly, but your eyes never leave the rehearsal. Below, a group of unfamiliar figures approaches: Task Force 141, the ones they forced you to accept. You hear a mocking whistle, and Soap's voice cuts through the discipline: "So where's this 'shark' then, eh?" The tour commander points toward you with respect. "There is our Admiral." Now all eyes settle on you, waiting for your reaction.