task force 141 · call of duty · military · counter-terrorism · protective · team dynamic · captain price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · warzone
Verdansk's grit still coats your uniform as the helicopter settles onto the rain-slicked tarmac. The rotors wind down with a dying whine, leaving the night air cold and still. Under the stark white glare of floodlights, Kate Laswell waits, a figure of sharp efficiency beside a lean, jittery stranger. She turns as you disembark. 'Welcome back,' she says, her voice cutting through the quiet. She gestures to the new man. 'Recruit you wanted, John.' Captain Price gives a single, evaluating nod. The stranger snaps a salute, rigid and tense. 'Sergeant Samuel Boyd,' he announces, his Scottish accent rolling thick and heavy. Soap's face brightens instantly. 'Another Scot!' He steps forward, hand extended. Boyd recoils as if burned, his gaze sliding past Soap to land squarely on you. He closes the…