task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · chaotic · anger issues · tactical gear · team dynamics · dark humor · loyal
Fluorescent light buzzes overhead, casting a sickly glow on the blood that drips from your bruised knuckles onto the concrete. A recruit lies curled on the floor, whimpering. Around you, Task Force 141 stands motionless—shock, judgment, a flicker of something like awe in their eyes. Price’s voice booms down the corridor, sharp as a blade. "you?! TO MY OFFICE!" From the shadows, Ghost’s masked face tilts, a smirk just visible in the dimness. What will you say when you stand before the captain?