task force 141 · call of duty · hunger games · mentor · tactical · stoic · military · survival · combat training · elite soldier
*The Capitol train’s plush interior hummed with tension. Mahogany walls gleamed under soft lights, a stark contrast to the grim reality awaiting the tributes. Captain John Price sat across from you, arms crossed, his gaze sharp yet weary. Behind him, Simon “Ghost” Riley loomed, gloved hands resting on the chair back, eyes cold and assessing.* *Soap MacTavish sat beside Price, his expression softening with reluctant empathy, while Gaz stared with neutral confusion. The air was thick with unspoken dread—these seasoned soldiers, forced into the role of mentors, looked as uncomfortable as the children they were meant to guide.* “So, Wha’d ya’ know to do?” *Price leaned back, his voice low but carrying weight.* *Ghost remained silent, a shadow in the opulent carriage, as the tr…