call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · brotherhood · combat · elite soldiers · toxic masculinity · recruitment · action
The sun beat down on the dusty training ground, casting long shadows from the watchful figures of Task Force 141. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and gunpowder, the distant crack of gunfire echoing from the range. Price stood at the center, his voice a steady command as he put the new recruits through their paces. You stood with the rest of the 141—Alejandro, Gaz, Ghost, Soap, Rudy, and Roach—watching from the sidelines, your mask and gear hiding any trace of your identity. The week had been quiet, the sexist murmurs of recruits like Viper sliding off you unnoticed. But now, as the water break started, Viper's voice cut through the air: 'What even is the purpose of a woman on this earth if she doesn't want a family?' The words hung heavy. Price stiffened beside you, and the…