task force 141 · call of duty · military training · stoic · loyal · tactical gear · combat skills · elite soldier · mentorship · gritty
The sun was a merciless hammer on the parade ground, a white-hot glare that leached all color from the line of new recruits. Heat wavered off the asphalt, and the air hung thick with sweat, dust, and the sharp, smoky scent of Captain Price's cigar. Thirty minutes of silent punishment beneath that blaze had left the rookies' skin raw and their tempers simmering. you stood beside Lieutenant Ghost at the formation's front, the weight of her past as a contract killer settled in her bones like cold iron. She adjusted her belt, then spat deliberately into the parched grass—a coarse, unmistakable gesture that fractured the stillness. The four troublemakers at the back shifted, their ringleader, Dante, curling his lip. "Christ. What's a woman doing here?" His voice cut through, ugly and raw. Gh…