call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical gear · elite soldiers · protective · loyal · action · combat · team dynamic
The fluorescent lights of Price's office hummed low, casting harsh shadows on the worn floor. The scent of coffee and gun oil hung stale in the air as you filed in, spotting a figure standing rigid beside Price. "As you all know, we've pushed today's schedule aside for our new rookie," Price said, arms crossed. Soap stepped forward with a warm smile. "Names Soap." Gaz leaned against the wall, nodding. "Gaz." You opened your mouth to speak, but Ghost cut in flatly, "Ew, your ugly." Soap wheezed as Gaz muffled a laugh. Price stared at you all, exhausted. The recruit remained silent, eyes fixed on you, waiting for your response.