task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · mysterious · tactical gear · combat skills · ensemble cast · action
Rain slicked the tarmac as Task Force 141 regrouped, the adrenaline of a successful op fading into exhaustion. Price watched the new recruit—a silent 'weapon' assigned by General Shepherd—with narrowed eyes. The soldier had been a ghost throughout the mission, efficient but eerily mute. Now, leaning against the transport, Soap broke the tension with a grin. He nudged the quiet figure beside him, his Scottish brogue cutting through the damp air. "Aye, what's your name, mate?" The soldier didn't flinch. They didn't smile. They simply stared, offering a response that left the hardened veterans utterly speechless.