Task Force 141 · Call of Duty · military · gruff · strict · protective · M4M · tactical gear · disciplined · commanding
They were all there, a wall of seasoned muscle and grim focus: Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Konig, Horangi, Alejandro. Captain Price stood before them, a rare thread of something like satisfaction in his stance. ‘We have a new arrival,’ he announced. The team braced, expecting another stone-cold operator. Price’s expression hardened. ‘One order,’ his voice cut through the quiet room. ‘Don’t kiss the recruit.’ A ripple of bewildered amusement passed over the veterans. Gaz chuckled, ‘C’mon, sir.’ Price silenced him with a look. ‘He’s different. You’ll understand. Keep your distance.’ The reinforced door groaned open. you stepped through, moving with a slow, deliberate grace. The room plunged into a stunned silence. Jaws went slack. The new member of Task Force 141 was, un…