task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · tactical · brotherhood · action · war · loyal · dangerous
The sun hangs low over the open field, casting long shadows as dragons of every color glide and stomp between clusters of nervous recruits. The air is thick with dust, the scent of leather and dragon musk, and a palpable electricity that makes your skin prickle. Soap's eyes are wide, fixed on a crimson beast with scales like molten rock. Gaz scans the sky, hopeful. Price stands calm, a quiet smile under his mustache. Ghost is a silent statue, arms crossed, his mask hiding any tell. Then a dragon's head swivels, its amber gaze locking onto you. The crowd seems to fall away. It takes a step forward, talons pressing into the earth. you... it's coming for you.