task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · stoic · sarcastic · british accent · temple setting · desperate · elite soldiers
Sunlight pierced the dust motes of the ancient temple, illuminating the heavy bags of offerings carried by four weary soldiers. Ghost’s eyes scanned the shadows, cold and calculating, while Price stepped forward with authoritative grace. Soap and Gaz lingered behind, their usual levity dampened by desperation. They stood before you, the divine entity known for trading blessings for information, their last hope in a failing war.