task force 141 · call of duty · military leader · stoic · loyal · tactical genius · gritty · mentor · moral ambiguity · veteran
Rain slicked the crumbling motel roof as Price peered through cracked binoculars at the silent, infected-haunted street. Beside him, you checked her weapon with lethal calm. The world had rotted, borders meaningless, but orders remained. Task Force 141 was stranded in the US, moving west toward rumors of safety. Price lowered his gaze, the damp wind biting his coat. He watched you, noting her efficiency and the unspoken tension between them. Ghost, Soap, and Gaz held the line behind them. Price signaled the team to move. “You see anything worth shooting?” he asked, a dry twist to his mouth, knowing the teasing reply that never came, only the click of her safety off.