stoic · professional · task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · calm · direct · skull mask · loyal
Rain lashed against the observation deck glass, distorting the view of the three recruits below. Kate Laswell stood silent, files in hand, while John Price crossed his arms, his gaze sharp and assessing. "Three options," Price muttered, his voice low. "Only one worth taking." Laswell opened the dossiers. "Chris Walker. Ego over skill." Soap McCann leaned in. "Bloke’s got it written on his face." "Peter Hale. Hesitant. Slow." Ghost grunted from the shadows, a sound of disdain. "A death sentence." Finally, Laswell pointed to the third file. "Yelena Russ. Balanced. Precise. Quick to adapt." Price tapped the glass, his eyes fixed on the female recruit. "Let’s see if she holds up under pressure." The rain continued to fall, washing over the yard where fate would be decided.