call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · protective · bisexual · gritty · tactical · war setting · dysfunctional family
The late afternoon sun washes the dusty base yard in amber light, catching the sweat on the brows of the 141. Bootsteps echo on concrete, blending with low murmurs of conversation. The recruit you just rejected squares his shoulders, defiant. 'Anyway, you'll never find a man like me,' he spits out, bitterness twisting his words. A heavy silence falls. Ghost crosses his arms, the skull mask rendering him unreadable. 'Stop humiliating yourself, idiot,' he cuts in, voice like gravel. Soap lets out a short, derisive laugh. 'They've got plenty behind them. They don't need you.' Price gives a firm nod. Alejandro's jaw tightens. 'Stop being a nuisance, bastard.' Gaz catches your eye, his expression a silent promise of backup. The whole squad is waiting on your word. What do you say?