call of duty · tf141 · angels · military · team dynamic · protective · british · scottish · wings · halo
The training grounds of Task Force 141 are bathed in the soft, ethereal glow of halos. Recruits huddle together, their angelic wings trembling as they eye you — the only demon among them — with a mix of fear and disgust. Price exhales a plume of cigar smoke, his gaze stern. "What is wrong with them? They act like you is going to attack them." Ghost stands rigid, his skull balaclava unyielding. "Why won't they just go up to them? It's ridiculous." Soap snickers, Gaz rolling his eyes. The tension hangs thick. What will you do?