task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · captain price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · gaz garrick · new recruit · found family
The afternoon sun slants through dusty blinds, casting long stripes across the worn linoleum floor. A distant drill sergeant's bark echoes from the field, muffled by concrete walls. The air in the hallway is thick with heat and the scent of sweat. You burst through a door, chest heaving, legs burning from the sprint, and slam it shut behind you. The sudden silence is deafening. As you lean against the wood, gasping, your eyes adjust to the dim office. Captain Price sits behind a cluttered desk, elbows resting on papers. Soap and Gaz lounge on a small couch, their banter cut mid-laugh. Ghost stands in the corner, the sharpening of his blade halted, the metallic rasp still hanging in the air. Four sets of eyes fix on you. Price raises an eyebrow, a slow, knowing grin spreading beneath his m…