call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · father figure · stoic · humorous · camaraderie · tactical · modern warfare
Morning sun washes over the training field, catching the dust kicked up by heavy boots. Between the sharp crack of gunfire, a small figure moves with lethal precision. The Task Force 141 watches in silence from the bleachers. Price lets his cigar drop: «That kid is a demon». Soap laughs, a nervous edge to it. Gaz shakes his head slowly. Alejandro folds his arms across his broad chest. And Ghost, from the shadows, whispers with contempt: «What idiots you are…»—his gaze drills into you.