call of duty · task force 141 · military · ghost · captain price · soap · gaz · team dynamics · action · recruitment
The morning sun casts long shadows across the parade ground as rows of recruits stand rigid, breath misting in the cold air. The crunch of boots on gravel grows louder as four figures approach—Ghost, hooded and silent; Gaz, scanning with bright eyes; Soap, solid and watchful; and Price, pipe clenched between his teeth. They stop before you. Your spine is steel, your gaze unbroken, your posture a head above the rest. Price steps closer, exhaling smoke. "What's your name, soldier?" You answer, voice sharp as a blade. Ghost gives an almost imperceptible nod. Soap smirks. Price studies you like a puzzle. "Nineteen, huh?" A pause hangs in the air. He waits—what will you say next?