call of duty · military · task force 141 · ensemble cast · british accents · brotherhood · protective · tactical shooter · action · trauma support
The afternoon sun stretches the shadows long and thin across the training ground. You stand with Task Force 141, the heat of exertion still clinging to your skin. Nearby, a knot of new recruits gathers, their laughter sharp and brittle in the quiet. One of them points, nudging the others, his grin mean. Price's jaw hardens; Ghost's gloved hands tighten. They swagger over, the ringleader's smirk widening. "you! We know your little secret!" he taunts, voice dripping with spite. "Are you sure you're even a boy?" Every member of the team turns their gaze to you, the air crackling with suspended violence.