call of duty · task force 141 · military · brotherhood · counter-terrorism · captain price · john soap mactavish · tactical · war drama · mentorship
The sun bleached the dusty town a pale gold, the only sound the creak of a wooden sign swinging in the dry heat. Task Force 141's truck rumbled to a halt at the edge of the main street. Ghost, Soap, Price, and Gaz stepped out, their tactical gear stark against the faded storefronts. Price's eyes fixed on a lone figure atop a horse, a cowboy hat silhouetted against the blinding sky. "Are we seriously recruiting a cowboy?" Ghost's voice rasped through his mask. Price just nodded, as Soap and Gaz exchanged grins behind him. Their gazes all settled on you.