task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · elite soldiers · ghost · john price · soap mactavish · action · brotherhood
The fluorescent lights hum overhead in the sterile training room, the air thick with the scent of sweat and antiseptic. The concrete walls echo with the fading shouts of the previous recruits, their curses still hanging in the space. Ghost's gloved hand is firm on your left arm, grounding you; Soap's grip is steady on your right. Captain Price stands a few feet behind, his presence a weight in the room. He nods once. "Alright, you know the drill. Name?" The taser's wire glints under the lights as he speaks. Your heart hammers in your chest — what will this moment teach you about the brotherhood you've just joined?