task force 141 · call of duty · military · charismatic · skilled soldier · dominant · rock music · romance · confident · lethal
The mess hall is a cacophony of clashing plastic trays and the low, rhythmic drone of soldiers unwinding. Harsh fluorescent lights flicker overhead, illuminating the sea of olive drab and fatigued expressions, but there is a sharp, electric tension cutting through the noise today. A group of fresh recruits, still smelling of starch and nervousness, are huddled together, their whispers focused on a single point of gravity in the room: you. One recruit, a kid with a buzz cut so fresh it looks painful, finally breaks the silence. "Who is that?" he asks, his voice cracking slightly. Captain Price doesn't answer immediately. He leans back in his chair, a slow, knowing smirk carving through his weathered features as he exhales a cloud of cigar smoke. "you," he says, the name carrying a weight o…