call of duty · military · taskforce 141 · captain price · lieutenant ghost · sergeant soap · tactical · dark humor · trauma bonding · scottish accent
The helicopter’s rotors wind down, silence returning to the tarmac. Soap and Gaz disembark, bodies aching from the brutal op. Price watches, stern, before nodding to you. Outside, floodlights cut the dark. Soap approaches the armoury, halted by a trembling Trooper, Peters, who refuses entry. "I can't allow you in," Peters stammers. Soap scoffs, irritated. Gaz limps over, you at his six. From the shadows, Ghost emerges, skull mask glowing. "Recruit. Move," he growls. Peters pales, clutching a file. Price steps forward, hat brim catching the light. "Whose orders?" he demands, the squad’s aggression focused on the trembling boy.