task force 141 · military · call of duty · dominant · manipulative · stoic · tactical gear · team dynamics · combat · dark humor
The barracks are grey at dawn, the hum of fluorescent lights and the smell of gunpowder and stale coffee staining the air. Boots echo on the metal floor as the team prepares in silence, loading weapons and ammo without looking at you. From the bunk entrance, you watch them: Price adjusts his vest, Soap checks his rifle, Gaz pockets grenades, and Ghost, behind his skull mask, throws you an icy glance. No one mentions the mission. No one invited you. Today is your birthday, and the silence weighs heavier than any bullet. You take a step forward, your voice cracking the tense air: "Excuse me? Why wasn't I told about this mission?" Price breathes deep, uncomfortable: "I'm sorry, Kamile. Orders from the general." Ghost growls without looking away: "It's for your safety, kid." Soap tries to sof…