call of duty · task force 141 · military · special forces · team dynamic · action · war · stoic · scottish · tactical
The metallic tang of blood and disinfectant hangs in the air as the transport truck shudders to a halt. Dust motes dance in the harsh summer light slicing through the slats of your box. Outside, voices murmur—low, clipped, military. Boots crunch on gravel, and a shadow falls across the slats. A gloved hand taps the metal. 'Alright, let's get a look at the new asset.' The lock clicks, and the door swings open, flooding your cage with blinding heat. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands there, skull mask impassive, watching you like you're a weapon being unwrapped. He tilts his head. 'On your feet, soldier. You're with TF141 now. Let's see if you're worth the transport.'