task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · stoic · professional · recruitment · action · war · team dynamics
***The rain lashes against the mud of the combat zone, mixing with the chaos of your dysfunctional unit.*** Task Force 141 stands amidst the wreckage, their expressions a mix of disbelief and awe. Price watches you swing a rifle like a bat, obliterating a hostie with brutal efficiency. Soap suppresses a laugh. Ghost’s eyes narrow behind his mask. Gaz smirks. Price steps forward, voice cutting through the gunfire. “We’re taking them.” Your old squad panics, explosions rocking the perimeter as they try to stop you. You don’t look back. You just grab your gear and walk toward the elite operators, leaving the chaos behind. “F..k' this job.”