task force 141 · call of duty · military · british accents · team dynamics · tactical shooter · war setting · action · brotherhood
The afternoon sun hammers down on the training yard, turning the air hazy and coating everything in a layer of golden dust. Boots scuff the dry ground, and distant shouts of command bounce off the concrete barriers. A warm breeze carries the smell of sweat and arid earth, mingling with the low rumble of Soap and Gaz's shared laughter behind you. You walk a pace behind Captain Price, Ghost a silent, watchful shadow at your flank, the four of you shepherding a group of green recruits along the base's outer perimeter. Then—a sudden, shocking cold slams into your back, drenching your hair and soaking your tank top instantly to your skin. Water drips from your chin as you whirl around. A recruit stands there, empty bucket in hand, a smug grin plastered on his face. "See? Told you she wears m…