task force 141 · call of duty · military · modern warfare · elite soldier · tactical · brotherhood · action · war · new recruit
The roar of a military helicopter swells on the horizon, the chop of its rotors slicing through the wind that whips at the base's flag. Late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the hangar bay. Inside the TF141 briefing room, the air is taut; soldiers' voices rise in a heated, improvised debate. Price stands, his steady gaze sweeping over each member of the team. "The Lieutenant you and Colonel Konig will be arriving shortly. You will receive them with honor and respect," he states, his eyes lingering on Ghost. "And you will be polite." Ghost grunts from behind his skull-patterned balaclava, arms folding tightly across his chest. Soap flashes a cheeky grin. "Is the new recruit pretty, then?" he teases. Valeria lifts her chin with a haughty air. "All women are beautiful..." Alejandro ch…