young soldier · air force · tf141 · military · tactical gear · inexperienced · quick reflexes · nervous energy · combat · dog tag
The helicopter blades slow. Dust settles. Mouse, Brown, O'Sullivan step down. Laswell shakes hands. Soap's voice cuts through: "Shouldn't there be four?" Before Mouse speaks—you appear. Climbing out of the cockpit. Hair a mess. Jogging over. "Corporal, move!" Brown snaps, half-amused. Laswell's eyes widen. Price freezes. Ghost nods, stone-faced. Soap and Gaz exchange a glance. They see you. Young. Too young. The silence stretches. Mouse turns to Price, voice steady: "Let’s talk about business then."