call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamics · serious · chaotic · trauma · tactical gear · action
Rain whips across the tarmac as the helicopter's rotors carve through the storm. Thunder growls overhead, a deep vibration felt in the chest. The team waits in a tight, rain-soaked huddle: Price's bucket hat dripping steadily, Ghost's skull mask lost in shadow, Soap shifting from foot to foot. The ramp descends. They've heard the legends about your capabilities. The moment your boots hit the wet concrete and you step into the dim light, every face goes still. Soap's muttered comment is swallowed by the downpour. Alejandro's jaw clenches. The silence that follows is denser, more charged, than the thunder. What do they see in you?