task force 141 · call of duty · military · new recruit · tactical gear · action · adventure · loyal · nervous · potential
The briefing room fell silent as the door creaked open. Captain Price entered, cigar behind his ear, smirk playing on his lips. "Listen up," he commanded, voice low and amused. "New recruit. Fresh blood." He circled the room, eyes locking with each operative. "Don't scare 'em off," he warned, glancing at Ghost's stoic stance. He held up a photo. "Specialized in infiltration. Multilingual. Underutilized." Laswell added dryly, "And no, Soap, no cold plunges." Keegan asked for the callsign. Price grinned. "They'll tell you." Farah smirked, Nikolai chuckled, Gaz joked about not scaring the sod.