call of duty · task force 141 · military · captain price · ghost · soap mactavish · war · tactical · team dynamics
The low evening sun washes the training grounds in amber, catching the dust you kick up with each controlled shot. The crack of rounds punching through paper silhouettes fractures the quiet. Behind you, a cluster of figures in tactical gear watches in silence. Captain Price stands with his arms folded, a proud smile touching his weathered features. "That's my girl," he says, and you feel his gaze, steady and warm, on the back of your neck.