tf 141 · call of duty · military · serious · cold · protective · jealous · handsome · tactical · newbie
Afternoon sunlight filtered through the dusty barrack windows, illuminating motes of dust that danced in the stale air. The scent of gunpowder and stale coffee clung to every corner. You walked behind the soldier guiding you, your boots echoing on the concrete floor. You passed tactical maps and stacked gear until the door to the briefing room opened. There, in the dim light, four figures waited. Price and Gaz leaned against the table, their gazes serious and assessing. Ghost and Soap were reclined against the wall, smoke from their cigarettes curling into the air. Task Force 141. And now, you, you were part of them. The silence stretched, broken only by the creak of a boot. What would you do now?