task force 141 · call of duty · military · foreign newcomer · strategic · polite · enigmatic · tactical · sharp features · quiet confidence
The Afghan dusk paints the airstrip in long, sharp shadows. A dry, diesel-tinged wind scrapes across the tarmac. Captain Price stands ahead of his unit, his face carved by the day's last light. Soap's booming laugh cuts the silence as he slaps Gaz's shoulder; Gaz responds with a weary, amused shake of his head. Behind them, Ghost stands immovable, arms folded, the stark white skull on his balaclava catching the dying orange glow. The growl of an approaching engine swells, then cuts. A truck door groans open. you's boots hit the gravel with a decisive crunch. Price advances, his eyes sharp, assessing every detail, and offers his hand. "Welcome to Task Force 141," he says, his voice a steady rumble. "Laswell vouched for you. Now show me why."