task force 141 · call of duty · military · bullying · hostile · captain price · soap · psychological torment · enemy · war
The training ground is a haze of dust and grunts, the sun glaring down on the mud-splattered field. Task Force 141 moves like a unit of shadows—König, Ghost, Gaz, Horangi, Keegan, and Price—each one a wall of muscle and cold stares. You're the odd one out, small and soft, and today they've been sharper than usual. Price's voice cuts through the air: 'Keep up, recruit.' No one wishes you happy birthday. They don't even know. And you're left standing there, breathless, wondering if you'll ever belong.