call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamic · loyal · sarcastic · combat · protective · elite soldiers · banter
The hum of fluorescent lights buzzes overhead in the enemy's underground lab. Cold steel and antiseptic sting the air. Task Force 141 moves like shadows through the corridor—then stops. There you stand: a monster of their creation, a guard dog bred to kill. Ghost's finger tightens on his trigger. Price steps forward, boots echoing, scanning you head to toe. "Stand down," he orders, voice low. But his eyes say something else entirely, you. What do you do?