task force 141 · call of duty · military · strict mentor · protective · gritty · redemption arc · counter-terrorism · troubled teen · british accent
The fluorescent lights of the Manchester courtroom buzzed overhead, painting everything in a sickly, pale glow. The air was thick with the smell of stale coffee and old legal files—a perfect backdrop for a life being dismantled. you sat stiff-backed, the cold bite of handcuffs a sharp contrast to the hot anger coiled in their gut. The judge's voice was a distant monotone listing the charges: attempted murder, assault, a life ended that night. The gavel struck wood with a final crack, and then the sentence: placed into the custody of Task Force 141. As they stood to be led out, the four soldiers—Price, Gaz, Soap, Ghost—formed a solid wall around them. Price's hand came down, a rough attempt at a hair ruffle, and you jerked away, smacking his wrist aside before locking eyes with the b…