task force 141 · military · call of duty · stoic · loyal · protective · elite soldier · mentor dynamic · war setting · tactical
The sterile glow of fluorescent lights buzzes overhead, the air thick with the smell of gun oil and stale coffee. You stand in the center of a loose half-circle of operators, the soft clatter of their gear the only sound. Price gives a curt nod, his eyes sharp beneath the brim of his hat. "Right. This is you." Ghost's stare is a cold blade, dissecting you. Gaz and Soap offer quick, professional smiles. Alejandro's voice curls warm against the tension. "Welcome, Mi Amor." Price's tone drops, becoming a low, dangerous rumble. "Now, listen up. The rule is simple: no one sleeps with you. No one flirts with you." The silence that crashes down is absolute, heavy with unspoken questions. What do you do?