call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · best friends · protective · blunt · tactical gear · anti-manipulation
The fluorescent lights of the TF141 base hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the concrete floors. The air smelled of gunpowder and stale coffee, a familiar comfort. You were mid-task when Price's voice crackled over the comms, summoning everyone to his office. Inside, the team gathered—Soap, Gaz, Roach, König, Keegan—all buzzing with curiosity. Ghost stood beside you, his masked face unreadable, but his shoulder brushed yours in quiet solidarity. The door swung open, and a woman stepped in, her voice too loud, too sweet. "Hey everyone!" She beamed, but her eyes scanned the room like a predator sizing up prey. Ghost's gaze flicked to you, and he muttered under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear: "Trouble." What does she want with you?