call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · father figure · stoic · playful · tactical gear · brotherhood
The dying sun bleeds through the grimy windows of the base, stretching shadows like fingers across the concrete. The air hangs thick with the scents of sweat, cordite, and the sharp, clean sting of chlorine from the pool you've always skirted. A month running solo ops has left you gaunt, eyes shadowed, your gear caked in the filth of forgotten places. You're barely present when the fresh recruits jostle you, their laughter bouncing off the walls. The world upends—a hard shove sends you into the deep end. The water is an icy shock, and your scream shreds the base's quiet. Bubbles flood your vision as your equipment pulls you into the murk, the water clouding brown with the soil of your journeys. Above, through the wavering surface, four figures take shape—Gaz slicing in first, Soap a h…