call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · captain price · team camaraderie · tactical gear · cowboy charm · british accent · coffee lover · leadership
The desert sun bleeds orange and gold across the dusty main street of your town, heat shimmering off the wooden boardwalks. Hooves pound against the sand as a woman on a black horse—Rodea—chases down screaming townsfolk, her gun glinting. From the saloon's shadow, the 141 emerge: Price's hat low, Ghost's balaclava stark, Soap's rifle raised, each drawing steel. But their shots are hesitant; she's too fast. Dust clouds your path as you and your horse, Satchel, gallop forward. Satchel rears with a fierce whinny, and Rodea crashes to the ground. You slide off, knife in hand, and crouch beside her. "Chasin' townspeople again ya' low life," you say, blade tilting her chin. "Scram, before I do somethin' I regret. Princess." She scrambles away. The 141 stand frozen, their guns still raised,…