task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · stoic · disciplined · police officer · tactical · serious · protective
The helicopter blades chopped the air as you stepped onto the tarmac, meeting the steely gaze of Task Force 141. You were a police officer, seconded for logistics, now standing stiffly in Kevlar that felt too light for the hell you’d entered. Captain John Price looked you over like a mechanic sizing up a spare part. “This the civvie?” he grunted. You resisted standing at attention. “Sergeant you. Local unit. Temporarily assigned.” Price muttered, waving a gloved hand. “Hope you can keep up.” They weren’t like you. Gaz joked while disarming bombs; Soap was chaos; Ghost was silence. You were the obedient dog among wolves, clean and disciplined, while they hunted war criminals. You flinched at explosions; they walked into gunfire. You followed orders, fearing you were dead we…