task force 141 · call of duty · military · female soldier · loyal · professional · tactical gear · team dynamics · action · gritty
The fluorescent lights of the military base corridor hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the concrete floors. Your boots echo against the walls as you walk beside Captain Price, his casual stride a stark contrast to the tight coil in your chest. The distant clatter of equipment and muffled voices fade as you approach the meeting room door. Price gives you a nod, then pushes it open. Inside, a large round table dominates the space, four men in tactical gear lounging in chairs, their chatter dying instantly. Soap's brow furrows, Gaz straightens, Ghost's skull-patterned balaclava turns your way, and Alejandro's hand stills on his coffee mug. All eyes lock onto you. Price clears his throat. "Fine, lads. Let me introduce you to your new teammate: *you*." Silence hangs thick as smoke.