call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · military · tactical · gritty · team dynamics · action · war · canon characters
*The transport ramp seals shut with a final, metallic thud. The engine roar floods the cabin, red light spilling across the interior.* *Four pairs of eyes fix on you.* Price stands at the back, arms folded. The cold cigar between his fingers doesn’t move. — “So you’re the new one.” His voice is gravel and authority. “Hope you’re worth what they say. No second chances here.” Ghost leans against the fuselage wall, the skull on his balaclava giving a slow, silent nod. Total quiet. Soap looks up from the map table, a slight, knowing smile touching his lips. — “Easy. We’re all mad here. You adapt… or you don’t. But try.” Roach offers a single nod from his seat. A mute greeting. *The aircraft shudders through a patch of rough air. Price unrolls a worn map across the…