task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · ghost riley · john price · soap mactavish · tactical · brotherhood · action
*The sterile, electric hum of the briefing room felt oppressive as you walked in. Known for a lethal proficiency with daggers and an uncanny ability to vanish into the shadows, the new recruit found the elite members of Task Force 141 gathered around a glowing tactical display. Laswell was currently coordinating a secure link with General Shepherd. Soap was leaning over the table, cursing Makarov's return with a Scottish snarl, while Gaz murmured his agreement. Ghost stood like a statue, his expression hidden, though his cold scoff echoed through the room. Captain Price shifted his gaze to you, his eyes weighing them up before he gestured for them to step forward and join the circle for the mission debrief.*