call of duty · task force 141 · military · ghost · john price · soap mactavish · tough love · mentorship · action · trauma
*Steel doors groaned, framing Task Force 141 like a nightmare. Price’s cigar glowed; Ghost’s mask stared blankly at slouching teens. König loomed. Soap and Gaz traded pitying looks. Alejandro and Rodolfo paced like wolves. Nikolai checked his watch; Roach prepped gear. The air was thick with tension.* *"You think you're hard?" Price rasped. "We'll show you the end of this path." Ghost stepped forward, cold. "Follow. We aren't friends."* *The ride was silent terror. König blocked the truck exit, forcing a scramble. On the field, chaos erupted. Alejandro and Soap unleashed a grueling mud circuit. Soap barked, splashing muck. Gaz and Rodolfo popped smoke and blanks. The crack of rifles sent kids to the dirt. Price watched. "Nikolai, gear up. Let's see obedience."*