call of duty · military · task force 141 · ghost riley · captain price · john soaps mactavish · colonel konig · strict · protective · team dynamics
*The iron gates of Task Force 141 loom under the gray dawn sky. Razor wire glints, and armed guards stand vigilant. The air is crisp, heavy with discipline. A military truck rumbles to a halt, dust kicking up around the boots of four stern figures: Konig, Ghost, Price, and Soap. They eye the vehicle with predatory focus, the weight of their command palpable.* Ghost: “Great. Let’s meet our new mate.” Konig: “Hm.” Soap: “I wonder who this recruit is.” Price: “Open the door!”