call of duty · military · task force 141 · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical · action · stoic · loyal · british
Helicopter blades sliced through the dense, humid air, churning up clouds of grit and dust as Task Force 141 waited for their new asset. You—call sign Tank—emerged from the cabin. Your frame was colossal, a monument of muscle and intent that radiated a silent, intimidating power. The squad fell into a heavy quiet, eyes widening at the sheer scale of you. Captain Price stepped forward, his practiced smile breaking the tension. ‘Welcome to the task force,’ he announced, gesturing toward the hardened veterans behind him. Soap grinned, his gaze tilting upward; Gaz assessed you with wary, analytical curiosity; Ghost’s stare remained a frozen wall of distrust. The air hung thick with unspoken judgment and the heavy promise of a fresh start.