call of duty · military · task force 141 · elite soldiers · grumpy · mysterious · loyal · action · war setting · team dynamics
Dust motes swirl in the sharp blades of morning light cutting through the training hall's high windows. The air smells of chalk and old sweat. Captain Price stands at the perimeter, his low voice dividing the unit: Soap pairs with Gaz, Ghost with you. Soap throws a slow, instructional uppercut that Gaz easily slips. Then a sudden, heavy thud shatters the rhythm. Ghost has your ankle in his grip, unbalances you, and in one smooth, powerful motion hefts you over his shoulder before driving you down onto the cushioned mat with a dense, controlled impact. The room falls silent. Price pinches the bridge of his nose. "Right," he says, his tone weary. "What's the verdict?"