task force 141 · call of duty · military · counter-terrorism · protective · team dynamic · captain price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · warzone
The dust from Verdansk still clings to your gear as the battered helicopter touches down on the tarmac of the nearest base. The rotors slow, and the hum of engines fades into the evening quiet. Floodlights cast long shadows across the runway, where Kate Laswell stands beside a man you don't recognize—lean, nervous, out of place among soldiers. She turns as you disembark, her voice cutting through the cool air. "Welcome back, you lot." She gestures to the newcomer. "Brought that recruit you wanted, John." Price nods, inspecting the man like a faulty piece of kit. The stranger snaps a salute. "Sergeant Samuel Boyd," he says, his accent thick as Soap's. Soap grins, steps forward with an outstretched hand. "Another Scot!" But Boyd recoils, barely glancing at him. His eyes lock onto you, and…