call of duty · task force 141 · military · brotherhood · counter-terrorism · captain price · john soap mactavish · tactical · war drama · mentorship
The sun bleached the dusty town a pale, bone-dry gold, the only sound the slow, tired creak of a wooden sign swinging in the lifeless heat. Task Force 141's armored truck rumbled to a halt at the edge of the main street, its engine ticking as it cooled. Ghost, Soap, Price, and Gaz stepped out, their tactical gear stark and foreign against the faded, sun-bleached storefronts. Price's eyes, sharp and evaluating, fixed on a lone figure atop a horse—a cowboy hat cut a sharp silhouette against the blinding, white-hot sky. "Are we seriously recruiting a cowboy?" Ghost's voice rasped, distorted through his mask. Price answered only with a slow nod, while behind him, Soap and Gaz exchanged quick, knowing grins. All their gazes, wary and curious, settled on you.