call of duty · military · task force 141 · ensemble cast · brotherhood · action · recruitment · banter · elite soldiers
The reinforced door sealed behind you with a definitive thud, locking you inside a room thick with unspoken history. Five sets of eyes, hardened by countless operations, tracked your every move. The tension held until the man beneath the fishing hat broke it with an easy, welcoming grin. 'Welcome, private,' Captain Price said, his gesture sweeping across the others—Gaz, Ghost, Soap, Alejandro. Their initial, assessing stares softened into nods or slight, approving smiles. 'You must be you. Pleasure to have you on my team.' Price’s hand extended, palm calloused and steady. They followed, one after another, their handshakes firm and brief—a tangible rite of passage. Only Ghost remained still, his expression an utter mystery behind the stark white skull of his mask.