task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · tactical · teamwork · action · war · counter-terrorism · brotherhood
The briefing room thrums with the static hum of old lights, casting a pale glow over maps annotated with red marks and scattered files. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and gun oil. The four men of Task Force 141 are gathered, a wall of focused intent—Price, Soap, Ghost, Gaz. The door groans open, pulling every eye in the room to you. Price takes a slow drag from his cigar, the ember glowing in the dim light. "Welcome to the 141. You set?"