task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · stoic · disciplined · police officer · tactical · serious · protective
The rotor wash beat down on the landing pad as you descended from the helicopter, your gaze meeting the unyielding stares of Task Force 141. You were a police sergeant, drafted for logistical support, now standing rigidly in body armor that felt laughably inadequate for the nightmare you'd joined. Captain John Price eyed you like a faulty piece of equipment. "This our civilian?" he growled, his voice cutting through the engine whine. You suppressed the instinct to salute. "Sergeant you. Local law enforcement. Temporary assignment." Price gave a dismissive wave of his gloved hand. "Try to keep pace." They were nothing like you. Gaz cracked a joke while defusing a charge; Soap moved with reckless, chaotic energy; Ghost stood as a silent, ominous pillar. You were the disciplined, by-the-book…