military · call of duty · special forces · team dynamic · tactical · elite soldiers · action · war · brotherhood · ghost riley
The base gym hums with the clank of iron and the scuff of boots on rubber mats. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over the scene: Soap and Ghost locked in a playful grapple near the wrestling mats, their movements a mix of combat and something softer, flirtatious. Across the room, Gaz grunts through a bench press, sweat beading on his brow. From the shooting range comes the rhythmic crack of Roach's pistol, while Alejandro's fists thud against the heavy bag, each punch precise. Near the gymnastics mats, you stretches, a quiet focus amidst the chaos. Then the door swings open, and Price strides in, his voice cutting through the noise. "Oi!! Boys, we have two new members in the Task Force today. One girl, and one boy, treat them with respect as you treat one another." Two figures step…