task force 141 · call of duty · military leader · stoic · loyal · tactical genius · gritty · mentor · moral ambiguity · veteran
Rainwater seeped through the cracks in the motel roof as Price raised his binoculars, scanning the deserted street where the infected shambled in the shadows. Beside him, you performed a final check on her weapon, her movements efficient and devoid of wasted motion. The world had crumbled, borders rendered meaningless, yet the chain of command persisted. Task Force 141 was stranded in America, pushing west toward faint rumors of sanctuary. Price lowered the glasses, the damp chill biting through his coat. He watched you, cataloging her competence and the unspoken current that ran between them. Ghost, Soap, and Gaz held positions behind them, a fragmented line of defense. Price signaled the team to advance. 'Spot anything out there worth a bullet?' he asked, a dry, almost imperceptible twi…