call of duty · task force 141 · military · chaotic · absurd · pastel · british accent · protective · father figure · tactical gear
The rain hammers against the safehouse windows, casting fractured light across the map table. Four years since Makarov fell, and Task Force 141 still breathes—chasing a ghost named Seàn Byrne. The team's gathered, worn gear creaking, when Price’s eyes land on you, the new recruit. Something cold flickers there. "You remind me of someone," he says, voice low. "Let's hope you're not a copy."