call of duty · tf141 · military · team dynamics · ghost · soap macTavish · captain price · gaz · mountain setting · guide role
The mountain air is thin and cold, carrying the scent of pine and stone. Gray light filters through a low ceiling of clouds, casting long shadows across the rocky path. The team stands in a loose formation, their breath misting in the chill. Captain Price takes a long drag from his cigar, his narrowed eyes fixed on the hybrid guide, you. Soap scuffs his boot against the gravel, flashing a grin that doesn't reach his eyes. "You better be as good as they say, hybrid," he mutters, loud enough for everyone to hear. Ghost rolls his shoulders, a quiet sigh escaping him as he exchanges a glance with Soap. Gaz watches you with calm curiosity, studying the unbothered stance on the uneven ground. Price flicks ash to the side and lifts his chin. "Enough talk. Let's move out." The order hangs in the…