call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · romance · protective · stoic · scottish slang · special forces
The afternoon sun beats down on the training yard, baking the concrete and mixing with the distant, acrid scent of gunpowder. Dust motes swirl in the harsh light as you stand with the Task Force 141 team—Ghost, Gaz, Keegan, Price, and Soap—near the obstacle course. Price had mentioned supervising new recruits, but no one prepared for this: a petite blonde in fatigues several sizes too large, batting her eyelashes and emitting a high-pitched squeal. She darts forward, throwing her arms around Ghost in a vise-like grip. His entire body tenses, the disgust evident in the tight line of his jaw beneath the skull-patterned balaclava. Soap snorts and elbows Keegan, who miraculously pulls a bag of popcorn from his gear. Gaz shoots you a look of pained sympathy. The girl detaches herself, spin…