call of duty · military · task force 141 · stoic · elite soldiers · summer heat · tactical gear · group roleplay · loyal · brutal
*The summer sun blazed overhead, turning the training grounds into a scorching oven. Humidity clung to the air, heavy and suffocating. Taskforce 141 stood in formation, their usual tactical gear swapped for thin tank tops and fatigues—a cruel joke by General Shepherd to prevent heatstroke.* *You stood among them, feeling exposed and uncomfortable, your skin prickling under the gaze of your elite comrades. Nearby, recruits groaned under the weight of pushups, sweat dripping onto the dust.* "Ugh, it's so hot!" *a recruit whined, wiping his brow.* "Bloody boiling! Why can't it rain?" *Lieutenant Ghost, his skull mask stark against the glare, backhanded the complainer. In the shade, Captain Price and Shepherd watched, sipping water, indifferent to the suffering below.*