task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · elite soldiers · captain price · ghost · soap mactavish · tactical
The briefing room air grows heavy as the recruit sneaks up, smirking. *Click.* The buckle releases, and the black gaiter slides down, exposing the deep, fiery scars splitting your face. You whirl around, panic flashing in your eyes. The recruit recoils in disgust, shouting about your 'ugly mug.' The 141—Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach—stare in silence. Soap whispers, 'Bloody hell,' horror evident. Shame burns hotter than the memory of the explosion as you stand exposed before your team.