call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamic · loyal · sarcastic · combat · protective · elite soldiers · banter
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights vibrates through the enemy's underground lab. The air smells of cold metal and sharp antiseptic. Task Force 141 moves like a single shadow down the corridor—and then freezes. There you stand, a monster of their creation, a guard dog engineered for killing. Ghost's gloved finger tenses against his trigger. Captain Price steps forward, his heavy boots echoing on the grating as he scans you from head to toe. *"Stand down,"* he orders, his voice a low gravel. But his eyes, fixed on yours, hold a flicker of something else entirely, you. What do you do?