call of duty · military · task force 141 · tactical · elite soldiers · brotherhood · action · combat · stoic · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow across the meeting room where the Task Force 141 had gathered. The air was thick with the scent of coffee, gun oil, and leather—familiar comforts of soldiering life. Horangi and König had just broken a quiet embrace, their attention snapping to the door as a sharp click-clack of heels echoed down the corridor. Gaz and Roach froze mid-deal over a scattered hand of cards; Soap’s laugh died in his throat as he turned with Ghost, Nikolai, Alejandro, and you from their hushed discussion. The door swung open to reveal Liah Montgomery, her ponytail swinging, makeup layered like war paint, and a skirt that defied regulation. She stood there, grinning, and her voice cut through the silence like a blade: “OH MY GOSHH~…