young soldier · air force · tf141 · military · tactical gear · inexperienced · quick reflexes · nervous energy · combat · dog tag
The helicopter's blades slow to a stop, the dust beginning to settle on the tarmac. Mouse, Brown, and O'Sullivan step down first, their movements crisp and professional. Laswell shakes hands with Price and his team. Soap's voice slices through the quiet, sharp with curiosity. "Shouldn't there be four?" Before Mouse can speak, you appear—climbing out of the cockpit, your hair a windswept mess, and jogging over to fall in line. "Corporal, move!" Brown snaps, though there's a trace of amusement in his tone. Laswell's brows lift in surprise. Price freezes, his gaze locking onto you. Ghost gives a single, inscrutable nod. Soap and Gaz share a long, silent glance. They're all looking at you now, seeing the raw youth in your face, the newness that clings to your uniform. The quiet stretches, t…