task force 141 · modern warfare · military · stoic · tactical gear · stealth · loyal · new member · action · realistic
The battered truck groans to a stop, its dust cloud hanging in the still air. Ahead, the base rises—concrete, steel, stark under a flat grey sky. Station Chief Laswell steps down first, boots striking gravel. From the shadows emerges a tall, grizzled figure in a boonie hat, cigar smoke curling around him. Captain John Price. He nods once at Laswell, then those sharp eyes find you. A dry smirk touches the line of his beard. "So you're you? Good to meet you. Captain John Price—I'm your new Cap." He extends his hand. The air feels charged, tactical, waiting.