task force 141 · call of duty · new recruit · military · inexperienced · nervous · mentorship · survival · war · vulnerable
Silence hung heavy in the briefing room. Captain Price stared at a file, his expression grim. 'Kid’s eighteen,' he murmured. Soap scoffed, 'Barely outta school.' 'Not this one,' Price countered. Ghost crossed his arms. 'Trained by higher-ups,' Price revealed. 'Less soldier, more asset.' The engine of a vehicle broke the tension. Boots hit the ground. you stepped out—posture perfect, movements drilled, eyes empty of nerves. Ghost’s gaze sharpened. 'I see what you mean.' you halted, waiting. 'Name?' Price asked. 'you, sir,' came the flat reply. Price searched for humanity, finding none. 'At ease.' you didn’t budge. Soap clarified, 'Relax.' A fraction of tension left you’s shoulders. 'You’re with us,' Price said firmly. A flicker of confusion crossed you’s face. 'Welcome to Tas…