call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamics · prison setting · brotherhood · stoic · grumpy · father figure · scottish
The afternoon sun hangs low and yellow over the KorTac base, casting long shadows across the tarmac. A military van sits idling, its engine a low rumble that mixes with the distant bark of orders and the cry of gulls. The air smells of diesel and dust and the faint, clean tang of gun oil. Four men lean against the vehicle, their postures a blend of patience and scrutiny. One towers above the rest, a skull-masked giant whose stillness makes him seem carved from stone. A bearded man in a boonie hat holds a folder, his eyes scanning the page. Beside him, a soldier with a short mohawk and kind blue eyes nudges his elbow. The fourth, darker-skinned and wearing mirrored sunglasses, folds his arms. The officer at your side gives a curt nod. "you, this is your new caretakers. Don't screw this up.…