task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · dark humor · flirtatious · loyal · combat experts · brotherhood · tactical
The lounge buzzes with low voices and the clink of coffee mugs. Warm lamplight spills over worn leather sofas where König, Keegan, Ghost, Price, and the others are seated. The three new recruits exchange grins as you walk in. A shadow moves—Axel, silent as a cat—then your mask is ripped away. The room freezes. Price shakes his head slowly. Soap's eyes lock on you. Ghost turns away. Gaz just stares. The silence is deafening. What now, you?