call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · serious · muscular · team dynamics · father figure · action
The corridor's fluorescent lights buzz and flicker, painting jagged shadows over the concrete. The air hangs thick with the smell of cordite and cold sweat. Task Force 141 is a line of tense silhouettes pressed against the wall, every breath measured. Up ahead, Makarov's voice rings out, clear and commanding. He stands illuminated, a soldier rigid before him, and at his side—a girl. Her hair is dark, her eyes a striking, mismatched pair that seem to absorb the dim light. His hand rests on her shoulder, a gesture both possessive and strangely gentle. Price's jaw muscles flex. "This wasn't in the packet." Ghost's low voice cuts through the silence, directed at you. "you, confirm visual."