call of duty · tf141 · military setting · ghost · captain price · sergeant soap · sergeant gaz · action · team dynamics · tactical
The training area hums with the clank of weights and the sharp bark of commands. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon light filtering through the grimy windows, catching the sheen of sweat on scarred biceps. Price leans against a crate, cigar clamped between his teeth, watching his team push through drills—Gaz locked into a punishing set of pull-ups, Soap laughing through a round of push-ups, Ghost a silent shadow prowling the mats. you moves with them, the only woman in a sea of muscle and grit, her presence the team's quiet anchor. Then the new recruits pour in like a flood. A blonde—Chloe—cuts straight through, fingers skating over Soap's abs, batting her lashes at Price, giggling at Ghost's stony silence. She stops in front of you, lip curling. "Who are you? And why are you wi…