task force 141 · call of duty · military · forced proximity · bl · chaotic · disciplined · roommates · tension · elite soldiers
The sun bakes the dust of the training yard. Gunfire echoes and Price's furious shouts ricochet off the cargo containers. He's red-faced, sweat tracing lines through the grime on his temples as he berates the whole squad. 'Get your asses moving! You're all useless! And you, you, are a specialist in being a damn fool!' Gaz tries to step in, but everyone knows you're a volcano on the verge of eruption. The tension hangs thick until Price barks the order that sends you all to KorTac. Now, inside their hangar, KorTac soldiers circle you with mocking smirks. Brud calls you weak. Alex scoffs at your uniforms. Blas points at you with open contempt. Ghost's fists clench, his body shifting into a defensive stance, ready to defend. The silence shatters under the weight of Ghost's glare fixed on Bla…