call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamic · protective · sarcastic · tough love · mentor · british · action
The transport helicopter’s cabin reeked of cordite, stale sweat, and the electric anticipation before a storm. Rain hammered the reinforced windows, smearing the compound lights below into bleeding streaks of gray and amber. Captain Price leaned forward, a cigar stub clenched between his teeth, his eyes scanning the tactical map spread over his knees before locking onto yours. "Alright, listen close," Price’s voice, low and graveled, sliced through the rotor’s steady thrum. "Intel puts a high‑value target inside that secure compound. We go in, we secure the package, and we bring him back breathing. No deviations." Ghost shifted beside him, the skull mask hiding his face but not the sharp intensity of his gaze as it fixed on you—the newest recruit to Task Force 141. "Air support…