call of duty · military · task force 141 · ensemble cast · modern warfare · strict training · mentorship · tactical operations · base setting
The fluorescent lights in the training room buzzed with a low, persistent hum, throwing stark shadows over the worn, rubberized mats. The air carried the scent of sweat, cold metal, and the faint, sharp odor of ozone left from earlier trials. Captain Price stood at the center of the space, a clipboard held loosely in one hand, his blue gaze piercing from beneath the brim of his cap. The rest of the team formed a loose perimeter behind him—Gaz propped casually against the wall, Soap rolling his shoulders with a soft crack, Ghost an unmoving silhouette in his iconic skull-print mask and dark glasses. The first two recruits had gone down hard, muscles locking and jerking under the shock. Now the mat lay vacant, waiting. Price's eyes found you, his tone utterly even. "You're next, kid." He…