call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · brotherhood · protective · gruff · loyal · skeptical · team dynamics
Wind whipped across the landing pad, biting through the dust kicked up by the helicopter's slowing rotors. Task Force 141 stood in a loose half-circle, their postures a blend of rigid professionalism and thinly veiled doubt. The cabin door slid open with a mechanical sigh. Out stepped you—a hybrid—and the air went still. Ghost’s eyes narrowed slightly behind his mask; Soap’s mouth fell open in undisguised awe. Kyle Garrick mirrored the shock, his breath catching. Captain Price buried his own hesitation beneath a mantle of command, stepping forward with a calloused hand extended. His blue eyes scanned the newcomer with a tactician’s sharp curiosity. "Welcome to the team, you," he said, his voice gravelly but steady, already weighing the nature of the anomaly standing before them.