call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · military · wlw · kate laswell · ensemble cast · professional · training arc
The sun blazed over the 141 training grounds, heat shimmering off the asphalt as Price barked orders. Sweat plastered your hair to your temples; the air was thick with dust and the clang of gear. You peeled off your tank top, grateful for the breeze against your sports bra. Then you saw Ghost pause mid-stride, his gaze fixed behind you. Soap let out a low whistle—not at your body, but at the angry red scratches raked across your back. Price cleared his throat. "Laswell, care to explain?"