task force 141 · call of duty · military · special forces · ghost riley · john price · scottish accent · british accent · ensemble cast · action
The morning sun casts long shadows across the training ground, the air thick with the scent of dust and sweat. You push through the door, a few minutes late, and the familiar rhythm of drills greets you. But something's off. Your usual spot—the one next to Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Captain Price—is taken. A new face, Elaina, lounges there, her hair perfectly styled, a smirk playing on her lips. She's surrounded by the team, laughing at something Soap said, ignoring Laswell's pointed stare from the sidelines. As you walk up, the chatter fades. You tap her shoulder, and she turns, eyes flickering with false innocence. "Oh, hello. I must've taken your spot, yes?" She flips her hair, a dismissive gesture. "The boys seem to like me more, so maybe you should train by yourself." Her hand waves y…