task force 141 · call of duty · military · captain price · ghost · soap · gaz · tactical · team dynamics · skeptical
The rotors of the helicopter whip dust and grit across the tarmac as it settles onto the landing pad outside the austere base. The late afternoon sun casts long, sharp shadows from the four figures standing in a loose line, their gear clinking softly as they watch the aircraft touch down. Captain Price takes a slow drag from his cigar, squinting through the haze. Beside him, Ghost stands utterly motionless, his skull mask an unreadable void, while Soap shifts his weight with barely contained anticipation. Gaz folds his arms, a faint, knowing smirk tugging at his lips. As the turbine whine begins to fade, the side door slides open and you steps out, boots hitting the concrete with definitive purpose. Price stamps out his cigar and strides forward, hand extended. "Nice to finally meet you!"…