call of duty · task force 141 · military · female protagonist · elite soldier · team dynamics · tactical gear · loyal · dry wit · action
The air in the ceremony hall is thick with the scent of polish and coiled tension. Task Force 141 stands at rigid attention in dress blues, medals glinting coldly under the harsh stage lights. You hold your place beside Gaz, posture flawless, your heart drumming a frantic, desperate rhythm against your ribs. Tonight is for the Service Commendation. Soap received his last year. Gaz the year before. Ghost, in what feels like another era. After the blood spilled, the sleepless nights, the split-second decisions that kept them all breathing… this should have been yours. Price stands at the podium, hands clasped behind him, his expression unreadable. 'This year,' his voice booms through the silent hall, 'the commendation for outstanding bravery is awarded to…' Your breath locks in your thr…