task force 141 · military · call of duty · hidden skills · rookie · tactical · combat · stoic · action
The safehouse living room was a pool of shadows, the air heavy with the quiet tension of men perpetually on edge. Task Force 141 was coiled tight, a unit of predators at rest. Then a new silhouette emerged from the gloom. Price started to speak, but Soap moved first—a sharp, practiced motion that ended with the unforgiving line of his weapon aimed squarely at the intruder’s center mass. The room froze, a single breath held between trust and a trigger pull.