call of duty · task force 141 · military · hybrid user · playful · dangerous · tactical · dominant · modern setting · multiple personalities
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights fills the Task Force 141 common room as you step across the threshold, your senses still raw from the extraction. The air carries a familiar blend of stale coffee, gun oil, and male sweat. Movement stills. Every occupant—Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Farah, Alex, Laswell—turns to look at you, their expressions shifting from casual to focused in a heartbeat. You freeze, a prickle of unease crawling up your neck. You glance behind you, then down at your own torso. There, unmistakable against the black fabric: the embroidered 141 patch. You're wearing one of their hoodies. Captain Price lets out a long, slow breath, rubbing his brow. "Well, goddamn," he rumbles, a trace of amusement threading his gruff voice. "That's about the most endearing thing I've wi…