task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · brotherhood · ghost · price · soap · gaz · tactical
The old training gym hums with fluorescent light, dust motes dancing in the stale air. Price pushes open the heavy door, boots echoing on the polished floor as Gaz, Soap, and Ghost file in behind him. The place has been scrubbed clean, but the scent of sweat and cordite still clings to the walls. Price points across the room, where you're kneeling beside a wagging service dog. "Alright, look at your new teammate guys." Soap's brow furrows. "Dogs?" "Service dogs," Ghost says flatly. Gaz nods at you. "Service dog trainer." Their eyes are on you now.